Moonfire
Do I Wanna Know?
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Feb 9, 2015 6:43:06 GMT -5
Post by Moonfire on Feb 9, 2015 6:43:06 GMT -5
Dull throbbing just behind her eyes. The ground felt warm and dusty against her cheek as the scent of the place, where ever she was flooded her. That oily smell that mingled with sweat and scrap, a touch of bantha dung lingered in the background so strong Kailani Quix could taste it under the thick residue of dried spit and too much beer on her sandpaper tongue.
"Ughhhhh..." The woman moaned, head lifting up as her eyes, glued shut with grime and dust struggled to open, wincing as the light poured in with each flutter of lashes. Searing white pain blossomed across her head. A hand clapped over her face as she blinked, once, twice, three times trying to slowly adjust to the brightness. It worked somewhat, and with a long sigh of defeat the woman sat up, sand and dust puffing up around her with the motion.
Gods, how she hated this place. Tattooine, world of two suns and not enough liquor in the whole system to make it worth the trouble of actually being there.
"Great, just fu*king great." The woman groaned again, taking in through still blinking eyes her surroundings. A scrapheap. All around her the gutted out droids and dilapidated landspeeders of the nearby Mos Eisley mixing with the general waste and refuse of your standard village. And Kailani was there, with no way to get back to Mos Eisley outside of walking. And what a long, miserable walk it was going to be, Kailani surmised.
A quick glance at her comm showed that it was 3 hours until her shuttle, which she had so brillaintly bought tickets in advance for, took off to head back to the space station The Bohemian was in port at.
Standing up, Kailani felt every joint in her body snap, crackle and pop and gave a long sigh. Last night had been ridiculous. That wookie she'd waltzed with hadn't seemed so bad, but something about riding a bantha through a cantina seemed to upset the locals.
Their loss.
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Feb 9, 2015 7:45:15 GMT -5
Post by Brickule on Feb 9, 2015 7:45:15 GMT -5
The sun beat down on the worn plating, cooking off a bit of the already peeling rubber grip. A bright glint shone off of the only remaining reflective surface on the item, a chrome button on the small cylindrical device. Nickbit turned it over in his hands, and inspected the seemingly worthless scrap of refuse. The item was roughly 8 inches in length and small enough around to fit in a hand... or at least a normal hand. In the small hands of a Jawa though, it was unwieldy and awkward, clunking around and rattling as it turned about in his hands. The scavenger upturned it and sand fell out of a hole in one end, followed by a small crystal fragment.
Nickbit, being a curious soul, decided to press the button, taking special care to point the hole away from him... a lesson he learned when inspecting what he thought was a broken blaster a few weeks ago (ho-boy, was that a scare!). He slowly moved his thumb over the chrome piece, and just as his digit came in contact with it... *BEEP CHIRP*! Nickbit jumped and fumbled clumsily as he tried not to drop the device. The Jawa turned and glared at his companion, 'Rio', an old and dirty R-8009 service droid.
Rio chirped again and nudged into it's master as if trying to edge him on, encouraging him to turn on the device. It's rounded head swiveled back and forth a few degrees then refocused the shutters on it's single camera eye.
Nickbit grumbled and lazily waved off the droid, then turned back to the device in his own hands. Pointing the open end away from him, he pressed the button, a little smoke came out of it, then a bright blue light quickly shot out! But the light only extended for 3 feet, and remained there, like a blaster bolt contained in a single spot.
*CHIRP CHIRP CLICK* Rio excitedly chattered away.
*ssssss...CRACK*! The blue energy beam vanished, a bright spark burst from the other end of the device, and it slowly sizzled and smouldered... Nickbit knew in an instant what this mysterious item was! He quickly tossed it over his shoulder into a scrap pile that he had already gone through. And with that, he went back to rummaging though the endless piles of junk.
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Moonfire
Do I Wanna Know?
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Feb 9, 2015 8:29:19 GMT -5
Post by Moonfire on Feb 9, 2015 8:29:19 GMT -5
From her spot amongst the piles of junk and twisted metal Kailani could see across the long, flat land of the Tattooine desert the faintest outline of rounded buildings, a mere speck in the distance. There was Mos Eisley, and undoubtedly she'd have to walk. Her knees and back ached in that dull, rubbery sort of way that accompanied a night of debauchery and a morning spent sleeping face down in the dirt. Her joints cracked again as fingers ending in dirty nails tapped across her comm-link.
"There's gotta be somebody I can talk into pickin' me up." The woman mumbled to herself, absently brushing sand and filth off her shorts and grimey knees.
With every comm-number she typed in that rang and rang until it flipped to voicemail Kailani began to suspect she had less friends on Tattooine now than she had the day before.
"Oh, come on. You stab one Twi'lek over a box of instant noodles and now no one's answerin' their damn comm." She grumbled, letting it ring one more time before tossing the whole piece against a particularly sculptureqsue trash pile.
"I don't need any of those fu*ckers." Kailani grumbled, straightening the spaghetti strap of her top and wondering faintly what had happened to the jacket she'd been wearing the night before when stars burst across her vision.
White hot pain on her crown as something heavy bounced off her boot and rolled, clanging and hissing across the ground.
"What the hell? Who threw that?!" The woman shouted wincing as she held her now doubley-aching head, eyes flicking back and forth over the junk piles.
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Feb 9, 2015 17:41:53 GMT -5
Post by Brickule on Feb 9, 2015 17:41:53 GMT -5
Nick bit ripped a circuit board out of an old speeder's dashboard, it was fried from an overload that most likely happened from someone who didn't know how to properly calibrate a speeder's repulsorlift. He tossed it behind him and ripped another piece out and began inspecting it, this one was a small holo-projector from the speeder's built in com' systems. Turning it over and looking for damage, he mumbled to himself then stashed it in his shoulder bag, this one was a keeper. The Jawa had been scavenging in the scrap heap for two days, looking for useful bits that he could use to build things for himself... or con passersby into purchasing. His bantha leather shoulderbag sagged under the weight, a rattling sound emanating from the scrap within, he had found a few useful items so far... a cooling valve from a speeder-bike, a hand full of circuit boards, some good wires, and now a holo-projector.
Rio slowly bobbed up and down on it's repulsors, it watched Nickbit as he fumbled around in the old junk speeder. The droid slowly moved about, pacing like an impatient child. The hot dry wind was blowing sand across the endless scrap piles, a truly uncomfortable planet, not that it bothered Rio, master had after all coated it's plates in some old grease to keep the sand out. The searing air carried the voices of the desert across Rio's auditory sensors, a few clangs from junk falling, a bantha in the distance... but something stood out.
Rio spun it's head around and scanned the junk, it wasn't out of the ordinary, it was the pile of scrap that it's master had been stacking up from the useless parts... except now it was talking. Rio began a subsystem scan to check for maintenance problems in it's programs. *CLICK CLICK CLICK*-the droid's processors completed their analysis, no faults (other than the damaged memory drive it has had for years now). The droid began wandering towards the pile of scrap, there was defiantly something shuffling around behind it. Rio's repulsor drive sputtered, almost like a human's knees knocking together in fear and anticipation. It turned it's head back and clicked the camera shutters to focus on the Nickbit, the jawa was now waist deep in the old speeder's internals, the bottom half of his tattered brown robe and his little feet hanging out of the open panel on the hood of the craft. Rio turned back to the junk pile and refocused it's camera again, then slowly proceeded to round the corner of the refuse pile. A small panel opened up on the side of the droid, a scrawny but sturdy robotic arm folded out and grabbed a piece of piping, holding it high in the air ready to strike at what must surely be a krayt dragon with an appetite for small droids. The small helpess droid turned the corner and beheld the horror that had been concealed by the scrap-heap!
*CLUNK*!--the droid tossed the pipe at it's opponent, it of course landed 2 yards away and harmlessly rolled to the creature's feet. The terrifying krayt dragon sure looked an awful lot like a human female. The droid clicked it's camera shutter a few times, keeping it's focus on the newcomer, the small arm waved sheepishly at her. The droid began to speed backwards around the scrap pile, doing it's best to keep it's eye on the woman and not at all watching where it was going. It slammed into an old rusted container-*CLUMP*-then sped off to rejoin it's master.
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