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"Ceeba, you bloody idiot, you took us to the wrong damn star system two times in a row!"
I WasszZZZZzz onleeee off by a fewWW lightyearssszzzzz MassSSSZZter Nnnnnnnnthryk.
"And you're only gonna be off with your damn head you bleedin' wreck! I'm gettin' you wiped TODAY!"
A piloting droid and a lizard walked down the streets of a backwater hinterworld somewhere in the Outer Rim. Slars had meant to make it to Sluis Van for a little negotiations with one of GALAF's new contacts, but apparently he got stuck somewhere else instead thanks to a little hyperspace coordinate calculation malfunction of some kind in this busted piece of junk he'd been stuck with for the past few months. He didn't even know what planet he was on or where he was; he was too fuming hot to care. All he cared about was that he was getting his broken droid fixed one way or the other.
But first, he surmised, he needed a drink.
"Now, Ceeba, you stand right here. Literally, right here, outside the door. If you move a single nut or bolt outta place you're goin to the chop shop, you get me?"
"WhyyyyYYY SZSZO AbuuuUUUssszive MassssSSSsster Nnnnnnthryk?"
Slars sighed in exasperation as he left Ceeba to rust for a while and entered what appeared to be the closest bar, a tidy little place tucked away in the corner of what felt like a residential area more than a commercial center. He'd make a beeline towards the first open seat he could find, motioning for the bartender to get his ass over to his new customer. After the kriff he'd been through the past week, he desperately needed something stiff to slake his thirst.
@Cainhurst Crow
(OOC: Sorry for the wait on this thread man, was dealing with some crap)
I WasszZZZZzz onleeee off by a fewWW lightyearssszzzzz MassSSSZZter Nnnnnnnnthryk.
"And you're only gonna be off with your damn head you bleedin' wreck! I'm gettin' you wiped TODAY!"
A piloting droid and a lizard walked down the streets of a backwater hinterworld somewhere in the Outer Rim. Slars had meant to make it to Sluis Van for a little negotiations with one of GALAF's new contacts, but apparently he got stuck somewhere else instead thanks to a little hyperspace coordinate calculation malfunction of some kind in this busted piece of junk he'd been stuck with for the past few months. He didn't even know what planet he was on or where he was; he was too fuming hot to care. All he cared about was that he was getting his broken droid fixed one way or the other.
But first, he surmised, he needed a drink.
"Now, Ceeba, you stand right here. Literally, right here, outside the door. If you move a single nut or bolt outta place you're goin to the chop shop, you get me?"
"WhyyyyYYY SZSZO AbuuuUUUssszive MassssSSSsster Nnnnnnthryk?"
Slars sighed in exasperation as he left Ceeba to rust for a while and entered what appeared to be the closest bar, a tidy little place tucked away in the corner of what felt like a residential area more than a commercial center. He'd make a beeline towards the first open seat he could find, motioning for the bartender to get his ass over to his new customer. After the kriff he'd been through the past week, he desperately needed something stiff to slake his thirst.
@Cainhurst Crow
(OOC: Sorry for the wait on this thread man, was dealing with some crap)