"Come on you kriffing hunk of ...." The spacer muttered as her hands tightened their grip over the control yoke, as the ship rocked and juddered violently as it started to pierce through the upper atmosphere of the large blue planet ahead of it. The spacer's eyes widening as she caught sight of a panel on the leading fuselage of the ship start to flap loose for a few moments before an almost shrill sound of metal tearing could be heard, followed by a clattering sound that rang out from within the cockpit, and then running along the length of the rest of the ship behind her. "Give me a kriffing break..." The fiery haired spacer cursed as she threw her hands up in resignation for a moment before suddenly realising that it was perhaps not the wisest of ideas giving the turbulent re-entry.
Once the flickering fire at the front of the cockpit had started to subside as the ship progressed further into it's re-entry sequence, and as the rim hopper had started to not shudder as much. The pilot eased herself back a little into the seat, before reaching over to flick and press the various switches and buttons that were flashing beside her. Her brow furrowing as one light seemed to persistently stay on. With a groan the spacer clenched her metallic fist before bringing it down onto the console like a hammer, her eyes moving away from the dented console and back to the read outs on the HUD in front of her. "This place better have the parts" she muttered as she locked in the co-ordinates for the space port on the planet's surface.
For what must have at least felt like two years, the ship and the spacer had been jumping from planet to planet in what seemed to be a fruitless quest to find parts in which to repair her crew mate. The earlier sentiment and belief of we'll head to the closest planet with a droid depot and get you fixed up, well turned out to be in retrospect both stupid and naïve. As the spacer quickly found out that finding parts for a droid that happened to be a weapon was not as easy as she had anticipated, coupled with the age of the droid dating back to the clone war period almost two centuries before hand, meant that it was borderline nigh impossible to find anything that was remotely usable.
The two year long wild bantha chase had lead the spacer across the outer rim, the expansion region and now into the inner rim planet of Colla 4. During which the Rim Hopper had taken more than enough of a beating through run ins with pirates, raiders and on a few occasion port officials who might have been rubbed up the wrong way. So much so was that where the ship's exterior once looked pretty much beaten up to begin with, it now looked like it was about to fall out of the sky at any moment - as for the condition of its interior, well the less said the better. It seemed that despite the headaches that Curse had caused over the years prior, the spacer had to give the little droid her due, she kept the ship maintained in a far better state than what it was currently in.
This was perhaps looking to be the last ditch effort, if the sudden loss of another fuselage panel was anything to go by, as the spacer wasn't all that hopeful that her once pride and joy would be able to take off after it lands. Though she had been thinking that ever since the left engine had started to vent plasma through it's exhaust, but then again if this was to be the last time the Rim Hopper had landed, Eisa had figured that either she would use what funds she has left to either get the ship repaired and maintained enough to get it back off the ground or - simply steal another ship! Though it would mostly depend on whether the Rim Hopper finally gives up the ghost, or if Eisa can track down a place that would be able to repair the little buzz droid. And, where better than to now resort to than Colicoid Creation Nest on Colla 4, where droids like Curse were originally manufactured.
With a shudder and a groan, the rim hopper eventually settled down in the space port, the spacer rather than powering off the engines before making a beeline for the exit as she had once used to, waited to make sure that no fire warnings flashed up on the controls before leaving the cockpit and heading down to the cargo hold where Curse and all her various parts had been resting on workbench for the duration since her run in with the Sith. "Right Bud that's us at Colla, if this place doesn't have any left over spares for you, I ain't got a clue as to how we can get you fixed up" Eisa spoke out as she approached, her eyes narrowing as she concentrated and manipulated the Force to lift the work bench off of the decking floor and onto the dormant hoover lifter beside it.
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Once the flickering fire at the front of the cockpit had started to subside as the ship progressed further into it's re-entry sequence, and as the rim hopper had started to not shudder as much. The pilot eased herself back a little into the seat, before reaching over to flick and press the various switches and buttons that were flashing beside her. Her brow furrowing as one light seemed to persistently stay on. With a groan the spacer clenched her metallic fist before bringing it down onto the console like a hammer, her eyes moving away from the dented console and back to the read outs on the HUD in front of her. "This place better have the parts" she muttered as she locked in the co-ordinates for the space port on the planet's surface.
For what must have at least felt like two years, the ship and the spacer had been jumping from planet to planet in what seemed to be a fruitless quest to find parts in which to repair her crew mate. The earlier sentiment and belief of we'll head to the closest planet with a droid depot and get you fixed up, well turned out to be in retrospect both stupid and naïve. As the spacer quickly found out that finding parts for a droid that happened to be a weapon was not as easy as she had anticipated, coupled with the age of the droid dating back to the clone war period almost two centuries before hand, meant that it was borderline nigh impossible to find anything that was remotely usable.
The two year long wild bantha chase had lead the spacer across the outer rim, the expansion region and now into the inner rim planet of Colla 4. During which the Rim Hopper had taken more than enough of a beating through run ins with pirates, raiders and on a few occasion port officials who might have been rubbed up the wrong way. So much so was that where the ship's exterior once looked pretty much beaten up to begin with, it now looked like it was about to fall out of the sky at any moment - as for the condition of its interior, well the less said the better. It seemed that despite the headaches that Curse had caused over the years prior, the spacer had to give the little droid her due, she kept the ship maintained in a far better state than what it was currently in.
This was perhaps looking to be the last ditch effort, if the sudden loss of another fuselage panel was anything to go by, as the spacer wasn't all that hopeful that her once pride and joy would be able to take off after it lands. Though she had been thinking that ever since the left engine had started to vent plasma through it's exhaust, but then again if this was to be the last time the Rim Hopper had landed, Eisa had figured that either she would use what funds she has left to either get the ship repaired and maintained enough to get it back off the ground or - simply steal another ship! Though it would mostly depend on whether the Rim Hopper finally gives up the ghost, or if Eisa can track down a place that would be able to repair the little buzz droid. And, where better than to now resort to than Colicoid Creation Nest on Colla 4, where droids like Curse were originally manufactured.
With a shudder and a groan, the rim hopper eventually settled down in the space port, the spacer rather than powering off the engines before making a beeline for the exit as she had once used to, waited to make sure that no fire warnings flashed up on the controls before leaving the cockpit and heading down to the cargo hold where Curse and all her various parts had been resting on workbench for the duration since her run in with the Sith. "Right Bud that's us at Colla, if this place doesn't have any left over spares for you, I ain't got a clue as to how we can get you fixed up" Eisa spoke out as she approached, her eyes narrowing as she concentrated and manipulated the Force to lift the work bench off of the decking floor and onto the dormant hoover lifter beside it.
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