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Vast hills of trash spanned from one end of the horizon to the other, with a large pit that led down into an obscure lake of waste. A group of scavengers worked at one end of the massive debris field not far from their hideout, when the sudden emergence of a sleek starfighter just above the planet's atmosphere caught their attention. It dove through the atmosphere like a falling star, and the closer it drew, the more familiar the group seemed to be with it.
"The kark he doin' back?!" One of the men lifted his head away from a pile of rusty durasteel scraps he'd been digging through for useful parts. "Even goin' to the same spot!"
"Better not want a refund!" Another individual responded as she dropped what she was doing. "Those were good parts, and that was one of the best droids we've sold yet!"
"I can't reach him. Either he's ignoring us, or... Something else is up." A third person turned to the others with a slightly concerned look on her face and a comlink in her hand.
"Let's get over there before somebody else finds him." The largest member of the group commanded them as he grabbed a shoddy blaster rifle from a nearby collection of equipment. He then gave it a quick once over, and set it in the dirty holster on his back. "If there's a problem, then at least we'll be able to get that ship of his!" He let out a deep guttural chuckle as they all began to collect their gear and head toward the direction of the small incoming starfighter, which was making its way to the obscure toxic lake in the valley of trash.
Little did they know, the being in the cockpit of the descending Tau-7 "Arrowhead" Starfighter was completely unconscious. Nonetheless, the R6 astromech droid piloting the ship continued to lower it down into the rusty pit. The ship would slow as the droid carefully navigated between the steep sides of the trashy cliffs that surrounded it. There was a small metal stretch of unnatural beach and a few narrow paths that led down to the bottom of the pit, where the starship would gently set down on top of the black murky waste water that had runoff from everything around it.
Then the cockpit would pop open and lift back, allowing anyone outside and with the proper angle down into the obscure lake to see the unconscious raven-haired pilot, garbed in a long tattered black coat over his black and red armor. His condition was clearly not good. Crimson trails ran down from the top of his head, and another pair traced down from the corner of his lips to his chin, and this was just the damage that could be seen from a distance. Closer inspection would reveal the dislocated and possibly broken left arm, and the left foot twisted out to the side. With the pilot unmoving the droid would soon begin to chirp and coo, attempting to awaken the unconscious individual he'd saved not long ago.
@AdventCore @Cinderella
"The kark he doin' back?!" One of the men lifted his head away from a pile of rusty durasteel scraps he'd been digging through for useful parts. "Even goin' to the same spot!"
"Better not want a refund!" Another individual responded as she dropped what she was doing. "Those were good parts, and that was one of the best droids we've sold yet!"
"I can't reach him. Either he's ignoring us, or... Something else is up." A third person turned to the others with a slightly concerned look on her face and a comlink in her hand.
"Let's get over there before somebody else finds him." The largest member of the group commanded them as he grabbed a shoddy blaster rifle from a nearby collection of equipment. He then gave it a quick once over, and set it in the dirty holster on his back. "If there's a problem, then at least we'll be able to get that ship of his!" He let out a deep guttural chuckle as they all began to collect their gear and head toward the direction of the small incoming starfighter, which was making its way to the obscure toxic lake in the valley of trash.
Little did they know, the being in the cockpit of the descending Tau-7 "Arrowhead" Starfighter was completely unconscious. Nonetheless, the R6 astromech droid piloting the ship continued to lower it down into the rusty pit. The ship would slow as the droid carefully navigated between the steep sides of the trashy cliffs that surrounded it. There was a small metal stretch of unnatural beach and a few narrow paths that led down to the bottom of the pit, where the starship would gently set down on top of the black murky waste water that had runoff from everything around it.
Then the cockpit would pop open and lift back, allowing anyone outside and with the proper angle down into the obscure lake to see the unconscious raven-haired pilot, garbed in a long tattered black coat over his black and red armor. His condition was clearly not good. Crimson trails ran down from the top of his head, and another pair traced down from the corner of his lips to his chin, and this was just the damage that could be seen from a distance. Closer inspection would reveal the dislocated and possibly broken left arm, and the left foot twisted out to the side. With the pilot unmoving the droid would soon begin to chirp and coo, attempting to awaken the unconscious individual he'd saved not long ago.
@AdventCore @Cinderella