Recent content by Arhea Gearhart

Arhea straightened up with a drawn out sigh and a swipe of her brow with the back of her forearm. A loud clatter of meta followed as she tossed a tool back into her case. Tarkunda that had been a lot of work. These people really should perform preventative maintenance more frequently. Well, not...

Arhea beamed with her hands on her hips. Fully shut down? Well that was just fine with her. Good thing the AI wasn't skittish. Some of these ship-wide programs could get squirelly. Were they alive? Case by case circumstance! Maybe they just needed a wipe like most people thought. Either way, not...

Arhea stood there as Quado listed off a number of upgrades he wanted. If he hadn't already shown all the credits in his disposal, the Tiefling would had questioned the guy's sanity. Everyone wanted those things, but putting them out there in a 'why not?' manner was totally not normal. For people...

Arhea turned her chin up and to the side as her eyes scanned the interior. Seemed in oddly fair condition given all the other, major things wrong with the poor tin can. So, not everything was the result of neglect. Dangerous profession then? Her pointed ear twitched as the man spoke. 'Cargo...

As the man spoke, the Tiefling's eyes narrowed. They weren't even looking at his ship as he spoke about a paint job. What was the saying? You could put lipstick on a Hutt, but it was still a Hutt. Second he laughed though, Arhea's eyes popped right back open with a big ol' smile before he...

Arhea had kicked back atop one crate with her back up against a double stack. One leg crossed atop her knee, the Tiefling slowly sipped at her water in the shade of the starport. Fixing things was thirsty work, and Tatooine had plenty to fix. Not to mention it was a desert. A little break now...

Space... What she needed was space. A bell-like tolling sounded throughout the landing bay of a starport upon the far off reaches of Tatooine. A ringing sound that almost buried the slip of sand-worn ground and the chatter of excitement. Not nearly loud enough or long enough to bury the...