"Roger, it will be done."
9-LOM pushed the switch up. A loud bang happened as the switch locked into place. The generator whirred on and the engine started to hum.
"A protocol droid might hang around here, we need to keep our defenses up at all time. Affirmative?"
9-LOM picked up his rifle and...
NAME: Maotr Arekson
FACTION: Jedi (Rogue)
RANK: none
SPECIES: H'drachi
AGE: 20
GENDER: male
HEIGHT: 6ft
WEIGHT: 140
EYES: brown
HAIR: brown and white
SKIN: brown
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: none
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
STRENGTH: strong with the force, but not physically strong
DEXTERITY...
"Yes sir, you got it."
9-LOM threw a smoke grenade over to the non shielded Droideka. It blew and sent out a volley of smoke. Although the droids cannot sense the gas, it could at least blur their vision long enough for the attack to occur. Stood back a bit and pulled out his pistol. He made...
9-LOM looked back and responded.
"This is the best I could do, it'll have to do. Make yourself comfortable as much as possible. And don't worry, I know where to go."
The tiny B-Wing lifted off towards his target, C9-D4. If he could show expression he'd be smirking right about now.
9-LOM packed the last of his things into his beloved B-Wing, The Ion.
9-LOM turned and faced Mulako.
"Hey Mulako, are you ready to go now? You have all your stuff? I can't wait to be 3,000c richer."
9-LOM started up The Ion.
"All aboard!"