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 Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 7:03 am
Guran sat where he stood and began to meditate right there.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 12:14 pm
Space
Rohok let out a deep, exaggerated sigh and leaned back in the pilot chair, staring out into the dark, star sparkled void known as space. His destination was Coruscant. Perhaps he could recieve a contract, and make some money. His craft was low on fuel, and his guns low on ammo. Especially his slug throwers.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. The fuel indicator flashed red and woke Rohok from his day dreaming and his thoughts about the universe.
"DAMNIT!" He shouted, standing up quickly and dashing out of the cockpit. Heading toward the storage room as fast as he could. "Where is the damn fuel!?!?" He searched through empty food boxes, and empty water containers. But nothing, no fuel. Then the ship's engines powered down, and shut off. Rohok kicked over a container and cursed loudly. But that container he kicked burst open, and a few canisters of fuel rolled across the floor.
He smirked and grabbed them, running into the engine room and pouring the contents into the fuel reserve barrel.
A few minutes later he threw down the last of the fuel canisters, and looked over at the fuel indicator inside the engine room. All he had enough for was one hyperspace jump. That was it. Great.
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