Cold Iron Workshop

[Einar Valengard]

Einar stood back and looked at the speeder he had just finished repairing, it was good work, he would stand by it. What bothered him about it was that it was the third time in a week he'd had to fix the kriffing thing. "It's better than new. Again. But I swear if you crash it into another ice block I'll charge you double." he said grumpily as he took the devaronian owner's credits. The owner of the speeder simply chuckled with his damned pointy teeth out, it was an irritating sound, this guy could only be about seventeen. Einar was sick of seeing him in his shop. After the man sped off in his newly repaired speeder the Deucalian tradesman spat into the snow
"
fordæmdur hálfviti" he cursed as the silhouette faded into the frosty wastes.

After locking the credits in his small safe he went back into the shop and began puttering around, tinkering with this and that for a while before heading back to his office.

The sign over the door read "Kalt Járn", Deucalic for "Cold Iron". He didn't really care what people called his shop but he had been told that a business needed a name, so he dug into his roots to pull one out that he didn't hate. Most of the people butchered the pronunciation, but he -again- didn't care. People brought him machines to work on, and credits to do it. If he was being honest he wouldn't care about the payment if it didn't cost money to keep the lights on.

He sat behind his desk, which was basically a drafting table beside a short workbench, and watched the door. Willing someone interesting to come in for once.

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho gritted his teeth as he struggled to maintain control of his Overhead Freighter. He had been trying to shake off some smugglers who decided that it was worth a shot to try shooting him down. For fun. Lately the rebel officer's luck has not been the best. And now here he is going in for a crash landing on a dead, frozen world. At least from up here the planet looks dead. The man is not exactly taking the time to search his memory to remember if Hoth has a settlement or not. He is busy trying to remain in control of the ship and bring it down in a safe, emergency landing. Just as he reached the system, the smugglers managed to shoot out one of the engines of his ship and the other was damaged. So he is practically flying a dead ship. Well not completely dead. His only luck though was that the smugglers sped off to go elsewhere to press there luck on someone else.


Well good riddance. The rogue was not exactly going to be nice to them if they followed him to the ground. At least he thought that all of them had left. Pressing a few buttons the Rebel held on as the ship shook a little bit while the vehicle entered the planet's atmosphere. The buttons he pushed was his attempt to slow the ship down. The man looked out the viewport to find that he was currently aimed at a.. house or some sort of shop. Oh great!


Pulling back on the steering mechanism the rebel managed to pass over house or shop. Whatever it was and crash land his ship on a nearby hill. The rebel sighed as he leaned back in the pilot's seat. That was way too close. The officer will then fling himself out of the seat and slip in his parka and gloves. Arming himself only with his Westar pistol the man lowered the boarding ramp. Stepping out the Rebel saw for the first time what the kriffing smugglers did to his ship, "Oh son of a Sith Lord! This is going to take days to repair!" He will exclaim in frustration as he climbed up the side of the freighter to the top to get a closer look.


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[Einar Valengard]

Einar jerked his head up from some paperwork he had been looking over as he heard a horrible sound, one he knew meant that some pretty big business was on it's way in.

He threw his dark green cloak on and slipped his heat axe into its loop on his belt as he rushed out the door, pulling the deep hood up as the glare from the sun off the snow hit his eyes. As his eyes adjusted he looked up just in time to see a kriffing starship hurtle over his little shop, seconds later there was the sou d of the crash.

"
hvenær mun fólk læra að fljúga?" he muttered to himself as he stalked off around the back of his shop, wondering if the pilot had even survived.

The ship was a wreck, but not quite a writeoff. He could tell just by looking at it that the engines had been shot out, the rest was mostly just broken panneling. As long as the structure wasn't broken it would be fine.

"AY THERE! Are you injured?" he shouted to the departing pilot.

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[Sythe]

Sythe hated settlements. He hated the people, he hated the smells, and above all he just hated the thought of all of them living in such... happiness.
But this time he wasn't there to kill anyone... he was there for repairs.
He had heard that there was a shop that would take pretty much any job... for a fair price. Which was unheard of in this day and age of the galaxy.
As he walked a ship went over head, obviously crashing to the ground. Sythe didn't care. He just wanted his item fixed and then he would be on his way.

As he entered the shop, he found it empty. The owner had left the door open, so Sythe let himself in. He was hoping the owner would return soon, so he found a nearby stool and sat down to wait.

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[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho looked at the damage that the crash landing and the smugglers did to his ship. Yup it is badly damaged but it is fixable. The rebel sighed softly. He has the tools to repair his ship but there is no telling if there are parts that will have to be completely replaced, especially the engine that is completely destroyed. Jumping off the top of the ship into a pile of snow that built up into a nice soft pile from his crash landing.

He had his pistol in his hand for just in case he had the further bad luck of one of the smugglers following him down to the ground. Never know right? The rogue had walked around to the side of the ship the engines are on just as Einar had arrived. Hearing the man coming he spun around with his pistol aimed at the local. But seeing that the man was possibly here to help and not do harm, Tycho lowered his weapon, "I am alright. Pissed off more than anything. A bunch of teenagers decided to shoot me down." He told the local as the rebel officer holstered his pistol so that he no longer appeared aggressive.

The rogue looked back to his ship as a spark came from the damaged engine, signaling that now he has two engines to replace. Tycho huffed, "What is it with my luck lately?" He asked more so himself then the man that had come to see if he was alright after the crash landing.

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[Einar Valengard]

Einar reflexively pulled out his heat axe as the pilot from the crashed ship aimed a pistol at him, but as the man holstered his weapon Einar returned his to his belt as well.

"Ah, yes. That little gang has been around quite a bit lately. They irk me." he grumbled in his thick Deucalian accent. "Your luck I can't help with, your ship I can. Maybe. I think I have some engine parts laying around somewhere." he looked at the ship again, it was going to be a big job. "A few days and I can at least get her limping. Longer if any of the transparisteel needs replacing. Come into my office, we will speak of price." ge turned and began walking back towards the shop, not waiting for a response from the man.

Upon returning to the office he saw a man sitting on a stool waiting for him. At least he assumed for him seeing as this was his shop. The man was dressed strangely, and gave off a dark vibe that sort of bothered the craftsman. "And what might I do for you?" he asked the strange man.

Normally he would have concluded his business on a first come first served basis, but it wasn't like the crashed pilot was going anywhere at the moment.

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[Sythe]

Sythe pulled out a small round, black droid. It was about the size of a man’s fist.
“Can you fix this? It won’t fly like it is supposed to.”
He only assumed the man was the owner of the shop... if not, this would be a very weird conversation.

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[Einar Valengard]

Einar removed his cloak and hung it on it's hook behind the desk on his way back to his chair, sitting down accross the desk from the strange man and taking the droid to look at it.

"
Undarlegt lítið hlutur" He muttered in Deucalic as he switched it on and watched it wobble in the air before dropping back into his palm. "Repulsorlifts are shot. Might have a bad motivator. I'll have to take it apart to find out how badly it's broken." he explained all this a little slower than he usually spoke, not insultingly so, he just found new people often had problems understanding his accent if he spoke quickly.

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho glanced around as he looked up at the sky. If the gang is such a nuisance then why hasn't anyone done anything about them? The man wondered, "Well my friend. If you can help me at least to get my ship to where she can limp the rest of the way where I am going then that will be an improvement of my luck." He will tell the shop keeper. He looked back to his ship knowing that he will be stuck on this frozen wasteland for at least a few days or a week at most. Well might as well get to the cold right? Tycho watched Einar walk back towards his shop. Seeing that he had no choice in the matter, well he did, but he couldn't exactly go calling out to other rebels for help. Besides what Rebels were here are long gone now. And his messages will only bring Imperials to him, not help. Yes he may get off this planet, but not the way that he wants to leave or go.

Turning back to his ship, the Rebel pulled the lever to close the loading ramp from the outside then the button to lock the ramp in place. This will prevent any unwanted guests from getting onboard his ship. Sighing the rebel will start trudging through the snow towards the man's shop. At some point while he was walking down, due to his inexperience with snow, the man slipped and slid the rest of the way down the hill. Well that was interesting.

When he got into Einar's shop the rebel officer was greeted by a sickening, eerie feeling as his eyes settled on the Sith. Seeing that as Einar was tending to the Sith's.. droid? The rebel walked over to a near by heater to warm up a bit. Removing his gloves and shoving them into one of his coat pockets.

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[Sythe]

Sythe turned slowly around when the other man entered the shop.
He hated that there was now another person there, but figured this is how shops like this worked.

He made no movements toward his weapons, but could get to them in the blink of an eye if need be.
He was confident he could take the both of them, but it was necessary so he put his focus back on the shopkeeper.
“How long til it’s done?” He asked.

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[Einar Valengard]

Einar looked up as the crashed pilot entered the shop and went to warm up by the small heater, a good choice for someone who just abruptly arrived on the planet.

In the meantime he turned back to the shadowy man's droid and pulled out a small roll of precision tools, setting to taking the droid apart. He got the majority of the thing dissassembled, everything lined up in the order ot came apart in. "Not long. Wait here while I check in the back for parts." he said as he rose, turning to the downed pilot as he walked towards the small door into the back. "I'll check what I have as far as engine parts go too." then to both of them, "Just...don't touch anything."

Not that there was anything to touch really, asside from his tools and the disassembled droid. He hurried into the back and much racket could be heard as he dug through crates of parts. Often a "Nope" CLANG" and then more shifting metal. At one point a mid-sized bearing rolled out from under the curtain in the doorway.

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[Tycho Draykon]

As Einar went to the back of the shop. The rebel remained by the heater for a moment longer to warm himself up a bit more. Now he got a bit of a creeped out feeling from the other, shadowy bloke that is in the shop. He could not quite figure out why he was getting the feeling in the first place and so figured that he was perhaps just being paranoid. So he did his best to calm himself a bit, though he will still remain in guard in case the other person tried anything.

"Well.. this is going to be one long day." Tycho will say as he walked over to the window that will allow the man to look outside as he waited for the shopkeeper to return. Of course as he heard items being thrown around in the part of the shop that Einar went to, the Rebel could not stop himself from looking in the direction. Then wondered if the back of the shop was a disaster zone because of the strange shop keeper's habit of throwing items that he is not looking for.

The officer will then notice the mid-sized bearing roll out from under the curtain. The item rolling until it stopped in the middle of the two men. Tycho's eyebrow arched a bit as he looked at the object before picking it up, "Well.. that confirms one thing that I am wondering about back in that part of the shop." He will say as the rogue placed the bearing on the counter.


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[Hask Jen]

Of all the things that had to freeze up, it would be the fuel lines of his ship. Hask kicks the side of his ship in an angered attempt at magically solving the problem. Unsurprisingly, it does not work.

He stomps away from his frozen ship toward the tiny settlement, looking for a mechanic or someone to help him out. He pulls his poncho tighter around him to try and fend of the unforgiving cold.

Noticing a small shop with a ship behind it that's clearly seen better days, he shuffles over to it and enters the building. Immediately he is greeted with both a heavenly warmth radiating from a heater in the room, and a familiar coldness radiating from a cloaked figure sitting to the side of the room.

He takes a look at both the figure, as well as the frozen rogue trying to heat himself up, and takes a seat next to the shadow by the waiting chairs
"Why would anyone want to live here in the first place?!" he asks the two strangers in the room with him