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Blessed Conversationalist
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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 10:24 pm
This sandy, heat-blasted world is considered by most to be a lost cause. Even the Czerka Corporation has left it behind, along with their mammoth Sand Crawlers.
The local Jawas have stolen these abandoned ore hauling rigs for work as mobile forges and droid repair stations, taking advantage of their ample armor and relative mobility for their safety and security. Even Tusken Raiders have difficulty handling a Sand Crawler.
The two primary cities of note are Mos Espa, a small town built around dangerous Swoop Racing and a small track therein, and Anchorhead, which also sports a Swoop Racing track and Hunting Guild.
These small cities are the only cities of any note on this barren dot on the face of existence, as most cities only last two centuries before they are swallowed by the sands of time.
The most vicious, and feared, creature of this wasteland is the enormous Krayt Dragon, a horn-skulled predatory reptile that is said to be powerful enough to kill and eat full grown Banthas. It is said there are even Krayts of such age and enormity that they push legendary status.
The primary reason to come to this world is to hunt for salvage on the burning sands....Or hunt for lives, as a bounty hunter.
Cities Of Note: Mos Espa, Anchorhead.
Sentient Species of Note: Mos Espa and Anchorhead are melting pot cities, filled to capacity with hundreds of species. However, the two most notable races are the natives: The timid, robe-wearing Jawas and the bandaged marauders of the dunes, the Tusken Raiders (or Sand People.)
Non-Sentient Species of Note: MORE LATER.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 2:59 pm
*In the city of Anchorhead, nothing is free. Or easy, for that matter.
That's why a Rodian by the name of Sachon will be burning credits out the exhaust vent to have his rare, antique Adumari Blade-32 Starfighter's dented wing repaired. What he DOESN'T realize is that the mechanic is an expert, and will likely find a few hundred other small tics and quirks to fix.
The Rodian is sitting on a bench in the garage, a small repair droid owned by the Mechanic flitting around his head. He's wearing a blue vest, white shirt and the pants of a grey flight suit.
His ship is a regular beauty: Twin-tails joined by a main steering vane. Two enormous, high-powered engines set just below the tails. Forward-swept wings and a bubble canopy set on a flat, octagonal main surface, with two forward facing blaster cannons and an unheard of ten-missle magazine, as opposed to the standard starfighter ammunition capacity of six.
The ship is his pride and joy, and had it not been for an old junker of a satellite pegging his wing on the approach to Tatooine, he wouldn't be stuck waiting for the repairs to finish.*
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Blessed Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:14 pm
*The mechanic is a bit of a suprise herself. Upon first glance, if one were to simply take in her figure, face, and hair, they would be more likely to pass her off as some sort of pleasure woman, rather than a straight up and completely intelligent mechanic. Bright shocking red hair, streaked with faded golden blonde was pulled back in to a loose bun at the back of her neck. Her skin was an off pinkish tone, resembling a dimming tan, and her bright green eyes were joyful and enticing. Her body, more specifically her chest, could barely fit in to the green overalls and red halter top she chose to clothe herself in durring the work time. To top the whole look off, she stood no more than five foot four inches in height, making her dimmunitive to most of the pilots that passed through her shop.
At that particular moment Jury "Rig" was hanging upside down by a harness, having to crawl upside in a rather akward position to get to part of the damaged wing. She had a welding torch in her hand, protective goggles on her eyes, and was attempting to remove a rather large piece of satellite that had wedged itself in the nook between where the wing attatched to the main body of the air craft. The reason for hanging upside down? It could only be reached by that bizzare angle due to its build and the way several smaller peices had imbedded in there. So, even though she looked comical hanging like that, she was actually doing a better job than mechanics half her age. She wasn't just a tradeswoman, she was an artist, capable of making ships appear as if they'd rolled right off a dealer's lot no matter how much damage they'd been put through.
Finishing up the bulk of the work, and starting to get a headache from all the blood rushing upwards, she yanked the pully cord up and let herself be jerked back to an upright position before being lowered to the ground gracefully. She unhooked the clamps connecting her to the overhead system and walked over to Sachon and her busily buzzing droid.*
Jury: Empty, could you go patch the bulk of that hole for me? I'll be up to finish it in a moment. *she spoke to the droid first, then turned to Sachon* You got it weged in there pretty nasty, but I was able to get the debris out. However I noticed your axis flaps on that side are getting some rust around them, and your right engine looks like it needs a little tuning. *she turned to look at the craft, smiling lightly.* She's a beauty, and in excellent condition. I'm suprise you've been able to keep it that nice, hun. Most would have trashed it to hell and back by now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:26 pm
*Empty chirrups cheerily and buzzes off, the black sphere's side whirring open as a small, folding arm with a fusion torch pops out.
The Rodian nods slightly, wincing visibly as the Droid buzzes around his ship and blasts a few spots with a burst of energy. He begins speaking, and thankfully, due to her line of work, Jury speaks Rodian.*
Sachon: Thanks. I try to take care of it, but even I can't keep an eye out for a satellite coming at me when I pop out of hyperspace. How much'll it run me to have all of that repaired?
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Blessed Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:34 pm
*Jury looks back at the Rodian with a sly smile, doing some quick mental math before coming up with a final answer.*
Jury: Its a big job, hun, but not terribly so. And eh..you're kinda cute, so I'll be nice and give you all the repairs for two thousand. Sound fair enough?
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:39 pm
*Since Rodians have very little ability to express emotion visibly, his expression doesn't change, but the tone of his voice is more than revealing enough.*
Sachon: T-two...THOU....Oh....Fine. You're the best mechanic in town, and I'm lucky I found ANYONE willing to work on such an old ship. You take a Republic Credit Voucher?
*Sachon reaches into his vest and fishes out a transparent slip of plastic: What is basically a Republic Credit Card, to be scanned and confirmed.*
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Blessed Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:48 pm
*Jury chuckles lightly, that smirk still playing on her lips. Even though she managed to have some pretty competitve prices compared to alot of antique repair shops, she knows she can still make even the richest piolt cringe at her prices. She snatches the card away, looking it over quickly, before heading to her back office to scan it. Once its all said and done, she returns the card to him and goes to reattatch herself to her overhead harness, lifting herself up next to Empty. She pats the droid on its head, smiling warmly at it.*
Jury: Good job. I'll take it from here. ...make sure our uh, guest, doesn't have a belated coniption fit from the price, okay?
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:54 pm
*Empty gives a soft binary whistle, as the droid has no vocabulator. It wheels away with a humm and stops next to the Rodian, jacking itself into a readout screen on the wall to ask some questions.*
Sachon: No...No...No, thank you. A drink would be nice, yes. No, that's fine. Yes...No...
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Blessed Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:15 pm
*Jury pauses in her work long enough to look over her shoulder and laugh quietly at her poor customer and Empty. Maybe she wasn't the best receptionist, but Jury wouldn't trade the droid for anything in the world.
She returned to her work, the repatching and smoothing of the hole the quickest of her repairs. Once she finishes there, she vaults herself over to the other engine to tune it up, using a few diagnostic tools from her heavily laden belt. After that she takes a small break, coming down for a drink of her own before having to get the rust off the axis flap, which was, unfortunately, the most time consuming job. If not done right, the whole thing could snap off, leaving her with another night's worth of work to repair.
Taking her drink from Empty, she leans aganst the wall near the Rodian, taking a long swig before speaking.*
Jury: So what brings you all the way out to our part of the galaxy, hun? Pretty nasty neck of the woods to be taking something so pretty.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:27 pm
Sachon: Work. A former Czerka-Corp Exec asked me to find a missing droid. Apparently it was stolen from his previous home here by a group of scavengers, and sold to the Jawas. I'm supposed to buy the droid back, as it contains business records he'd rather not have circulating. I don't particularly care what illicit practices he had going, as long as I can afford my fuel....
*The Rodian shrugs slightly, leaning back on the bench he's resting on. Empty has zoomed off for a moment to retrieve a cold bottled water from a storage tank in the main office of the garage.*
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Blessed Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:47 pm
*Jury quirks up an inquisitive eyebrow, a little suprised to hear that story.*
Jury: I saw it, *she says matter'ofactly,* Came through here just a day ago with some seedy looking fellas. I didn't see the actual transaction, but you're right about the Jawas, cause not more than an hour later, I see two of 'em walking with the droid. Thought it didn't look right.
*she takes another drink before dissapearing in to her office suddenly, coming back out with a slip of torn paper, some directions hastily written in broken Rodian. She hands it to him,*
Jury: It'll take me an hour, if not more, to get that rust off and not break your axis in the process. Might as well use your time wisely, before something bad happens to that droid. 'sides, *she grins again* yer too cute to stay on this hole of a planet too long.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:56 pm
*Sachon stares at the directions. Empty flies up with the drink, which Sachon snatches and runs away with, bolting out the door with a hastily yelled thanks, waving a sucker-fingered hand over one shoulder.
It really is best not to waste time with Jawas around. They'll strip anything they can find down to useful parts, and sell everything else.*
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Blessed Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 5:10 pm
*Jury watches with a light smirk, shaking her head at him as he runs off.*
Jury: Guy doesn't know how lucky he is...
*Upon hearing a familar 'clickclick' of metalic "paws" on the cement ground, she glances down to see her guarddog type droid, Taru, emerging from one of the backrooms, as she also had her residence attatched to her shop. Taru stopped next to Jury, looking up at her with what could only be described as 'inquisitive' eyes, even though it was really just a bunch of various tics and whirrs that gave the droid any sort of expression or mannerism at all. Jury loved her two companions, though, and often found herself personifying them.*
Jury: ..WHAT?! Don't give me that look, Taru, I wasn't plannin' nothing! *the two stare for a long moment before Jury gives a grunt and heads back up to the wing, taking out a small sander and a few other tools to work on the rusted axis.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 5:25 pm
*Roughly 45-minutes later, Sachon returns with the head of a Protocol Droid tucked under one arm, covered in grease, his scalp-spines drooping.*
Sachon: The little jerks had him dismantled! At least his head's still intact. We can get his motivator and behavior core reinstalled in a new chassis later. Thanks for the help, ma'am.
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Blessed Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 5:36 pm
*Jury pops up from the corner of the wing that she was working on, still hanging from her harness, although this time she's not upsidedown.*
Jury: Just call me Jury, hun. Glad you got it back. You alright? They didn't get rough with you did they?
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