Rasalas Starborn
May 13th, 2016, 03:10:01 AM
"This is just fantastic. It looks fan-tastic!"
It was not fantastic. It was the opposite of fantastic. It was so far from fantastic that it had no idea what fantastic was, let alone what it looked like. Rassalas Starborn stood in the shell of what had one been a speeder body painting shop and pulled in a deep breath.
"That smell - that smell of success!" Success smelled a lot like paint fumes.
"Look - we don't even need to buy furniture!" He waved a chubby hand at the pile of junk left behind by the previous owners. Dented speeder doors, wrecked engines, and various bits of repair equipment.
Rassalas ambled over to a particularly rusty, sharp edged piece of metal. "See, we can just jam a few axles into the bottom of this and we've got a table!" He turned a toothy grin to the people who'd followed him in.
"We've got character, and that's what Cloud City needs! We are gonna make a billion credits outta this place!"
It was not fantastic. It was the opposite of fantastic. It was so far from fantastic that it had no idea what fantastic was, let alone what it looked like. Rassalas Starborn stood in the shell of what had one been a speeder body painting shop and pulled in a deep breath.
"That smell - that smell of success!" Success smelled a lot like paint fumes.
"Look - we don't even need to buy furniture!" He waved a chubby hand at the pile of junk left behind by the previous owners. Dented speeder doors, wrecked engines, and various bits of repair equipment.
Rassalas ambled over to a particularly rusty, sharp edged piece of metal. "See, we can just jam a few axles into the bottom of this and we've got a table!" He turned a toothy grin to the people who'd followed him in.
"We've got character, and that's what Cloud City needs! We are gonna make a billion credits outta this place!"