- Joined
- Jun 11, 2019
- Messages
- 136
- Reaction score
- 53
Well the day seemed to be going as well as it could when on some isolated, rust bucket of a planet. But this was where the best deal was for the ship he wanted. The dealer was reliable, or so he was told. That was good, but reputation others provided was not as good as knowing the individual personally.
His own ship, a well worn XS-100, set down and he told his pilot droid to lock it down. The rest of the way they would hoof it. If necessary the pilot droid could fly the ship out of here. That was the plan, the two rebels would get their acklay assualt starfighters and fly them home.
Approaching the meeting place the man they were coming to greet came out with a smile. Everything smelled of either rust or oil around her like one giant garage. But the Drast expected as much since this whole place was a planet of nefarious individuals either chasing or running from stuff.
"Howdy. Where are they at?" The man nodded knowing that was about as close to a pleasant greeting as he was going to get. "Right this way. Follow me." He wobbled a little as he walked. Clearly he was older and borderline geriatric but somehow was still in the business of moving military grade hardware by less than legal means.
The trio would then work their way through some winding innner hallways until they finally came towards some open space. Across it ere various vehicles. All of them were land based like air speeders, rovers, walkers, etc. "Where are the ships pops." Brent asked with some hint of suspicion in his voice.
"Oh right this way they're-" He did not get to finish his sentence though. Across the open ground was the hangar he had been pointing towards. The doors opened, creaking with the age that they had sustained. But the opening soon revealed that there were quite a few beings inside the hangar.
They were a few hundred meters away still but they noticed the trio. Some muffled yells from the distance were still clearly directions. Soon eleven men with blasters began running out onto the runway area and planning to meet them. "They're stealing my products!"