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 Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 1:30 pm
Bob chuckled, " oh hogwash, my joy is infectious, you should know this....and I know that it will brighten this junk dealers day to see another master of junk crafting....why, if you hadn't noticed, this entire place is constructed from parts of at least 5 different capital ships, no doubt scavenged from a ship graveyard...."
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 10:30 am
"Alright, lets see if you manage to keep your shirt then." Natalia said with a straight face.
"For my part I'm going to go make sure nothing else was damaged when the star drive went out. I'll give you a call if I find anything." She said then headed back to the Bee to do just that.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 3:49 pm
After making sure all his gathered components were going to stay in one place, Bob used a sharpie (or the SW equivalent) to mark it as what he was buying. Upon doing this, he then searched the place for a sales rep...
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:35 pm
Natalia smiled as Bob went looking for a sale rep and began her own journey back to the ship.
After getting inside she began running in-depth diagnostics. It wouldn't do to fix the star drive then leave and find that the shields had been damaged by a power surge.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 10:40 am
Ninavask sat in a cantina in the crimson corridor called simply "The hutt." He sat in a corner booth staring at a lighting fixture as he held up his cup of Juma juice by the rim in one hand. He just sat there staring. Or at least thats what someone un adapted to the force would think. He infact was looking through every mind of every sentient int he cantina searching for any thoughts of hostility. So far he found none which suited him just fine as he took a drink from his juma juice.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:44 pm
Jessica wakes up, she looks at her clock. She had to be at work in an hour, she gets up and slips into her clothes she grabs her lightsaber and wraps it in her dancers uniform she slips those into her bag then slips on her high heels she walks outside and walks over to the cantina she walks into the back room and changes into her dancers outfit she walks onto stage and starts to dance. What she didnt know was that the lightsaber clipped onto her skirt so if anyone saw it she would probally be in danger.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:22 pm
Ninavask changed his focal point to the cup of Juma juice. It wa sonly half full and in the dim light of the cantina the red liquid looked more black then red. He just sat there staring at it his mind cleared of well anything.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 11:56 am
"Youve got to be kidding me..." Natalia looked blankly at the diagnostic screen. There had been minimum damage to the shields but segregated from the rest of the system she had found a surge protection cable that had not been connected. Had it been the sheilds wouldn't have been damaged at all. Muttering obscenities she grabbed a tool kit and removed a deck plate to get at it. While Bob was busy haggling she intended to fix this little over site.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 12:33 pm
cockVIKING. The wind was brisk upon the docking yard. Veeth took in a deep breath, aweing at Coruscant's panoramic maze of factories, air shuttles, sky scrapers & roof tops. Veeth grinned. She definitely wasn't on Lok anymore. The city was like one bright jewel.
Grabbing a mass of beads and matted dreadlocks she hastily tied her hair back and paced the length of her ship. Resting a hand on the craft she said in a low voice:
"I've got my home, girl. Now all I need is a pub."
Just stick with it girl. Make it to the information booth.
Lost in her thoughts, a twi'lek man jostled her pretty hard. Nearly sending her flying on to her arse. "Son of a Murglak!" she seethed, but it was no use. The twi'lek was already lost in the crowd.
"I can't believe this planet."
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 2:42 pm
Tantis was waiting for two things. Someone from the senate and this ridiculus sandstorm. "This is ridiculus he is late and this storm his getting worse."
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 6:25 am
After about twenty more minutes Ninavask stood up and left his money on the tabl. He had likewise left the glass half full but he didn't care. He walked out of the Cantina and walked down one of coruscants millions of walkways in the sublevels. he looked over the railing as he walked and saw how few there were in the alleys below. He coutinued down the clustered walkway constantly being jabbed by elbows or being knocked to the side by seintients trying to hurry. Whenever this happened he either iddn't care or just used his mind to hide the pain from thought.
As he reached an lift and waited tog et in. It was so crowded even if it was filled with Cannoks it would have been easier to ride in. As th second lift reached he stepped in and hit the bottom level of the Crimson corridor. He reached there in seconds and as he stepped out he noticed a flood of seintiets trying tog et in. He just stepped out of the way before he was trampled and walked down the under guarded and unsafe streets of the Crimson Corridor.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 12:34 pm
Hefix was walkin outside in the the city. He had his pistol tucked away and hsi blaster was on his ship. His gas grenades and enchani ritual brand were safely tucked away as well. He decided to go after another bounty, first location to search for the person was in a cantina. A death sticks seller was in there, who knewe much about ther person. Hefix found the cantina. He walked in casually. He looked around. A man was sitting at the bar selling the death sticks. Hefix sat next to him.
"Im guessing you want some?," said the man.
"Im looking for somebody. Perhaps if you tell me i'll buy them.," Hefix told him.
"Depends who.," he said.
"Man's name is Uphase Nisk. I heard you knew somethign about him?," Hefix said.
"No!," the man said pulling out a vibroblade.
Hefix quickly pulled out his enchani ritual brand and blocked the man attempt at slashing him. Hefix went for an attack, but then went teh other way to trick him. The man fell, bleeding from a stab wound.
"Now, tell me or i'll end it!," Hefix said putting it by his neck.
"Ok! He lives not too far from here. Go ten doors down. There is a housing complex. Im not sure of exactly where he lives in there.," he told Hefix.
Hefix left the cantina knowing what he wanted.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 3:44 pm
After an hour or so of searching, Bob managed to come across the Salesman of the Junk yard. Of course, he immediately struck up a conversation, " Junk Master! I beseech thee, I am in need of parts and wish to purchase, tell me thine price that I might consider and haggle!"
The Junk-man blinked of course, never having been talked to in such a manner. He replied in kind to the strange one known as Bob, gesturing in overly-dramatic motions with his speech, " and who might you be who knows the secret calling of Junk Masters? you do not look like one of the initiated....why, where is your beer belly? your scrap-crafted clothing? your droid crafted from naught but a toaster, hairdryer, and lint collection filter? you must prove yourself before I do business with thee...."
And to this Bob replied by motioning to his ship and saying," how about an escape pod modified to work as a fully functioning ship. created from the remains of a larger ship, and crafted with tools made from a blaster pistol, chewing gum, and a hair dryer? does this show my mastery of junk? "
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 5:50 pm
Jessica had noticed the little fight in the back at the bar but ignored it she kept dancing then walked off stage she walked to the locker room and changed into her normal outfit she noticed the lightsaber on her skirt "s**t" she put it away then walked out into the cantina and up to the bartender "Im here to collect my pay" the bartender smiled then handed it to her "great dancing" the bartender said once she took her credits she walked to the door then looked back "I know" she smiled then walked out she started to walk down the path towards the housing complex 10 doors down.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 11:20 am
Sagetim After an hour or so of searching, Bob managed to come across the Salesman of the Junk yard. Of course, he immediately struck up a conversation, " Junk Master! I beseech thee, I am in need of parts and wish to purchase, tell me thine price that I might consider and haggle!" The Junk-man blinked of course, never having been talked to in such a manner. He replied in kind to the strange one known as Bob, gesturing in overly-dramatic motions with his speech, " and who might you be who knows the secret calling of Junk Masters? you do not look like one of the initiated....why, where is your beer belly? your scrap-crafted clothing? your droid crafted from naught but a toaster, hairdryer, and lint collection filter? you must prove yourself before I do business with thee...." And to this Bob replied by motioning to his ship and saying," how about an escape pod modified to work as a fully functioning ship. created from the remains of a larger ship, and crafted with tools made from a blaster pistol, chewing gum, and a hair dryer? does this show my mastery of junk? " Natalia smiled as she finished the repairs to the shielding and hooking up the surge protector. Like all of her work it was neat and easy to get to incase of further repairs. The few ships she had personally designed were always ten percent larger then others in the same class because she drew them up with the poor sucker who would have to repair them in mind. She remembered all to well having to deal with crawl spaces that would have made an Ewok feel claustrophobic during her apprenticeship and vowing never to make a ship with anything remotely like that in it.
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