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Out from the cosmos flew a very large space-faring vessel, aptly named the Cosmos. This ship truly was a sight to see, nearing almost 13,000 meters in length, with an immaculate yellow and white logo that read "COSMOS Waste Disposal" on its side. Pity the paint seemed to have faded just a little bit. It actually was not a very beautiful ship, and in fact was quite ugly. It was squarish and long, and just not very sleek. If you could smell anything out in space, you would probably pass out from the amazingly strong scent of garbage that breathed off the Cosmos. If it was not for the ship's functionality, truly the owners of this vessel would have scrapped it years ago.
Within the bridge of the ship, standing behind a dozen men in dingy grey uniforms who were standing behind dozens of arrays of panels and buttons and doohickeys, was a Nikto named Grognak. He had no last name, for he needed none. This being, this Grognak, was the Co-Founder and CEO of one of the biggest corporations in the known galaxy, COSMOS Waste Disposal. He was a garbage hauler. And he wore a very spiffy, very sporting, very flashy, and very vibrantly coloured leather jumpsuit made from the finest of hides, the rancor hide. On the back of the jumpsuit was yet again the COSMOS Waste Disposal logo, and his job title. On the front, over his heart, were the letters "CWD", and below that was his job title once more. He looked handsome, by Nikto standards. Which might not be saying much because you usually see Nikto hanging around Hutts, and we all know how ugly those slugs are.
Grognak stood waiting. He was waiting for one of the men frantically pushing buttons and doohickeys to tell him to stop waiting. He was waiting for the arrival of a very special group, the Sontrebren Crew.
A few weeks ago Grognak and his associate, the other Co-Founder of COSMOS Waste Disposal known as Pete, had received word from one of their contacts who heard from one of their contacts (they were rarely contacted directly, as it can cause problems) that these people, the Sontrebren Crew, wanted to do business. Ever the opportunists, they agreed to meet them. Now was the time to meet.
Within the bridge of the ship, standing behind a dozen men in dingy grey uniforms who were standing behind dozens of arrays of panels and buttons and doohickeys, was a Nikto named Grognak. He had no last name, for he needed none. This being, this Grognak, was the Co-Founder and CEO of one of the biggest corporations in the known galaxy, COSMOS Waste Disposal. He was a garbage hauler. And he wore a very spiffy, very sporting, very flashy, and very vibrantly coloured leather jumpsuit made from the finest of hides, the rancor hide. On the back of the jumpsuit was yet again the COSMOS Waste Disposal logo, and his job title. On the front, over his heart, were the letters "CWD", and below that was his job title once more. He looked handsome, by Nikto standards. Which might not be saying much because you usually see Nikto hanging around Hutts, and we all know how ugly those slugs are.
Grognak stood waiting. He was waiting for one of the men frantically pushing buttons and doohickeys to tell him to stop waiting. He was waiting for the arrival of a very special group, the Sontrebren Crew.
A few weeks ago Grognak and his associate, the other Co-Founder of COSMOS Waste Disposal known as Pete, had received word from one of their contacts who heard from one of their contacts (they were rarely contacted directly, as it can cause problems) that these people, the Sontrebren Crew, wanted to do business. Ever the opportunists, they agreed to meet them. Now was the time to meet.