Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Jul 5, 2012 16:15:49 GMT -5
((OOC---This would be after 'Long term Trouble' and before 'Pit Hole to full'.))
From space it reminded him of Tatooine, but in truth it was the third planet of it's own system, and in stead of being sandy with storms, It was completely rocky, with winds that could compete with Tatooine.
The Star Hunter Made it's approach and Zett had a bit of trouble making it through the upper atmosphere where one of those very storms was brewing. He had avoided the heavy part of the storm but still had trouble navigating the less "Harmful" part of the storm. Part of him wondered what type of damage his ship would have taken if he had gone through the tougher area.
He landed at one of the settlements Where his cargo was unloaded it wasn't illegal but he wanted a job that wouldn't possibly threaten his life yet pay well. This particular Settlement was just a few years old and needed supplies, both Legal and other wise he had heard. But he opted for the food, water, and other stuff for his half of the job.
He had heard that the other pilot might want to speak with him and co-op another Job for the future, but as often as these things turned out to be traps he wasn't sure if he would be willing to take that offer.
A small group of the Natives greeted him and as they promised payed him for his supplies. He decided to at least wait for the other pilot who's name he couldn't remember. The closest thing to a Cantina was a small food Court type area that sold several types of foods and drink. Waiting for the other to eat here or at least something to happen would be enough to make him impatient.
((OOC---The other pilot/Smuggler could be one of you two or we could go a different way, your choice.))
From space it reminded him of Tatooine, but in truth it was the third planet of it's own system, and in stead of being sandy with storms, It was completely rocky, with winds that could compete with Tatooine.
The Star Hunter Made it's approach and Zett had a bit of trouble making it through the upper atmosphere where one of those very storms was brewing. He had avoided the heavy part of the storm but still had trouble navigating the less "Harmful" part of the storm. Part of him wondered what type of damage his ship would have taken if he had gone through the tougher area.
He landed at one of the settlements Where his cargo was unloaded it wasn't illegal but he wanted a job that wouldn't possibly threaten his life yet pay well. This particular Settlement was just a few years old and needed supplies, both Legal and other wise he had heard. But he opted for the food, water, and other stuff for his half of the job.
He had heard that the other pilot might want to speak with him and co-op another Job for the future, but as often as these things turned out to be traps he wasn't sure if he would be willing to take that offer.
A small group of the Natives greeted him and as they promised payed him for his supplies. He decided to at least wait for the other pilot who's name he couldn't remember. The closest thing to a Cantina was a small food Court type area that sold several types of foods and drink. Waiting for the other to eat here or at least something to happen would be enough to make him impatient.
((OOC---The other pilot/Smuggler could be one of you two or we could go a different way, your choice.))