Post by The Gray Sith on Dec 26, 2015 7:45:56 GMT -5
The Sun was shining bright as usual, as it reflected of the metal ships in the port, small and big, all alike. On around every few steps there would be Empire's flags, just so that it's clarified who's ships can actually land in this port. Not that it wasn't obvious, since Korriban was a Sith only planet, with no possibility of anyone else landing peacefully. Among the ships, a smaller corvette stood it's ground, with it's triangular wings taking up most of the space around it.
A Zabrak stood below it, sweating his red skin off, while in his black Sith robes. He was lying down, dangling with some wiring inside the ship, as his back was on the gray metal platform, getting his robes dirtier and dirtier. Roth didn't seem to have much luck with what he was doing, as in and around every few seconds, a spark would appear, making him roll out, and then roll back in shortly after. But he kept on trying and mostly failing, as more and more wires were visible from the hole inside the ship.
Roth was tired of this, he was under this cursed ship for a few hours, trying to connect the wiring to some other boxes, and an ion drive. He was failing miserably, as he never actually learned about ion reactors and generators when he was taught mechanics on Tatooine. Now, more than ever, the Sun was bothering him, as did the heat. He could usually endure it with no trouble, but now it was just too much. Maybe because of the time he spent outside, or just the heat that day, but his head started feeling bad.
"Blasted thing!" He yelled, as another spark came out of the wires and he rolled out away from the ship, now actually getting up, and holding his hand on his back since he hadn't stood for a couple of hours. He decided to take a break, have a drink, and maybe even practice a little bit before giving it another shot, as he sat down on a stool close to the shipyards, putting his hood back over his head, hiding his Zabraki horns once again.
He looked towards the sky, as he usually liked to, and tried clearing his mind from worries and fell into a light meditation. He felt the Force flow through him, as he relaxed and let his body drink the heat and the light of the day, while his mind didn't feel any of it.
A Zabrak stood below it, sweating his red skin off, while in his black Sith robes. He was lying down, dangling with some wiring inside the ship, as his back was on the gray metal platform, getting his robes dirtier and dirtier. Roth didn't seem to have much luck with what he was doing, as in and around every few seconds, a spark would appear, making him roll out, and then roll back in shortly after. But he kept on trying and mostly failing, as more and more wires were visible from the hole inside the ship.
Roth was tired of this, he was under this cursed ship for a few hours, trying to connect the wiring to some other boxes, and an ion drive. He was failing miserably, as he never actually learned about ion reactors and generators when he was taught mechanics on Tatooine. Now, more than ever, the Sun was bothering him, as did the heat. He could usually endure it with no trouble, but now it was just too much. Maybe because of the time he spent outside, or just the heat that day, but his head started feeling bad.
"Blasted thing!" He yelled, as another spark came out of the wires and he rolled out away from the ship, now actually getting up, and holding his hand on his back since he hadn't stood for a couple of hours. He decided to take a break, have a drink, and maybe even practice a little bit before giving it another shot, as he sat down on a stool close to the shipyards, putting his hood back over his head, hiding his Zabraki horns once again.
He looked towards the sky, as he usually liked to, and tried clearing his mind from worries and fell into a light meditation. He felt the Force flow through him, as he relaxed and let his body drink the heat and the light of the day, while his mind didn't feel any of it.
