Dedric Ryker
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 26, 2017
- Messages
- 189
- Reaction score
- 42
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As he left he could here the sound of Tippi's stride. It was pretty unique and was just as familiar to him as the squeks and chitters the pilot made. Looking over his shoulder just as he came along side him he watched the charades. The ossein nodded understanding it to be a good inquiry. "You forget I own another ship Tippi. Don't worry, you can fly if you want." The vessel he was referring to was the well worn and used nerf-herder light freighter that his parents had flown. It was a hunk of junk now and Dedric planned on selling it. For now it would taxi them to the shipyards in orbit around Fondor. The area around the planet had grown from simple ship building and repair to an oasis for numerous people. Trade and living was present on Fondor's surface but it existed also in the space above the planet as well.
Dedric stood by the ramp of the light freighter. It was battered by numerous peices of space debris, countless atmospheric entries and even laser scaring. Still it had been a reliable ship for his family. Now he was planning on selling it to mitigate the costs of the ship he currently searched for. The group he had rallied at the drinking establishment should be arriving at any minute. The MR astromech Dedric used whirred and went up the ramp without any invitation.
If the others weren't here in a few minutes he might think about leaving without them. He wanted to get a new ship and it excited him. He would be back and they could still join his crew but his enthusiasm only increased his impatience. One foot tapped the hangar floor as he held both hands on his hips. His 4-C blaster pistol on his hip and his flight suit zipped up almost to his neck. The leather jacket he wore over made him comfortable in the cool matalic setting. "Let's get a move on people. Me want new shippy." His voice raised so those that were approaching and in hopefully in earshot would hop to it.