Post by Juzt on Nov 17, 2012 14:35:20 GMT -5
Siala, yawned and stretched her arms out hearing the faint cracking sounds of tired joints. On the workbench before her were all manner of parts, coils of wire, bits of droid plating circuit boards. She dropped her larger hydrosapanner (affectionately called George) and reached a decision. She had worked long enough today and the incessant chatter of the machines and parts and tools in her room was giving her a headache.
She loved them all very dearly but when they started getting rowdy and talking all at once, she began to yearn for some solitude. Of course other people would find the room deathly quiet apart from the dull buzz air scrubbers cleaning the air passing through their vents. Siala was however... different to put it kindly. In fact she greatly enjoyed being different. Being in the DLA had shown her just how different she was. People avoided the 'Crazy Girl's' room.
She did not mind that so much. She could not bare people flapping about when she was working but she did not know quite if she qualified as crazy, she preferred interesting. It also occurred to her she had not really explored much of Homstead or met many of its inhabitants, not that she was a people person but she could not be a hermit the whole time.
Reaching a decision she decided to at least explore as far as the cafeteria, or whatever it was called here. She gave AS-4S the immobile and broken droid head on her shelf a soft sisterly kiss.
“No no don't worry about me. Oh your such a wet blanket. I should be perfectly safe here. Besides I want to do some exploring find a quiet place to read or something.”
She strolled over to a coat stand in the corner of the room and over her t-shirt dropped a bizarre rainbow coloured poncho, and on her head she plonked a hood in the shape of a Rancor's open mouth. She looked at herself in the mirror.
“The perfect look for the lady about town.” She said doing a twirl in it.
She made for the door and bid all the tools and parts and especially AS-4S and Clive her blaster pistol a fond farewell and wandered towards the cafeteria.
“Lets see what the evening brings."
She loved them all very dearly but when they started getting rowdy and talking all at once, she began to yearn for some solitude. Of course other people would find the room deathly quiet apart from the dull buzz air scrubbers cleaning the air passing through their vents. Siala was however... different to put it kindly. In fact she greatly enjoyed being different. Being in the DLA had shown her just how different she was. People avoided the 'Crazy Girl's' room.
She did not mind that so much. She could not bare people flapping about when she was working but she did not know quite if she qualified as crazy, she preferred interesting. It also occurred to her she had not really explored much of Homstead or met many of its inhabitants, not that she was a people person but she could not be a hermit the whole time.
Reaching a decision she decided to at least explore as far as the cafeteria, or whatever it was called here. She gave AS-4S the immobile and broken droid head on her shelf a soft sisterly kiss.
“No no don't worry about me. Oh your such a wet blanket. I should be perfectly safe here. Besides I want to do some exploring find a quiet place to read or something.”
She strolled over to a coat stand in the corner of the room and over her t-shirt dropped a bizarre rainbow coloured poncho, and on her head she plonked a hood in the shape of a Rancor's open mouth. She looked at herself in the mirror.
“The perfect look for the lady about town.” She said doing a twirl in it.
She made for the door and bid all the tools and parts and especially AS-4S and Clive her blaster pistol a fond farewell and wandered towards the cafeteria.
“Lets see what the evening brings."