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Location: Nar Shadda, Mandalorian Space
Time: Mid-day
Participants: @Rimrald , @Darasuum, @Zay (open to more)
Theme: Fresh Blood ♣ Eels
"Ya mind takin a look at this fer me?" He asked the armorer who was looking at his bulwark shield gauntlet. The thing had shorted out the last time he had used it as he had narrowly avoided getting shot by a sith's humbler assualt tank. Thankfully he had his basilisk war droid between him and the enemy.
"Yeah...giveit here." The marauder said to his Alor. "Thanks. An there's also mah jetpack too." He set the device on the workbench next to the other set of armor. This earned an annoyed look from the man in front of him. "What the hell did ya do to it?" He asked in an accusing tone.
"Went oop against that Sith bitch Darth Victress or whatever on Corellia. She crushed the left thruster with her space magic." ♣ He said her name like she was some over advertised individual who's propaganda did not live up to the hype. From what he had seen that was exactly what she was. "Yeah. I'll get it fixed up. Might be a bit though. Ya got the rest of us fellas workin on all sorts of repairs." He sounded almost bothered by it. "Don't worry. I'll compinsate ya fer your time, mate." He gave the fellow mandalorian a light clap on the shoulder with his own crimson painted cybernetic arm before heading out of the room.
After leaving he walked out past an open repair yard. It was mandalorian owned but was open to the public and paying customers. His newly acquired ship that he had taken off the hands of some unlucky individual sat with panels removed. A repair crew was resealing the hole he had blasted with his violator to get access. ♣ The SSR was in place on the ship for the time being on the redubbed Rascal which was also getting a new paint job so that nobody would be able to find their old ship. The Taim and Bakk turrets on it were being removed and would be transfered to his own ship, the Effervescent soon as well which was sitting nearby, all locked down with its FIRE system in place. Further down the line his basilisk war droid was almost done with its repairs as well. The military grade power core was getting removed for a later event. The Humbler Tank that had shot at him had done some damage but nothing that could not be repaired now. "jeeze, when I take damage I take a lot oov it don't I?" He looked at his Personal Entertainment Attendant as he headed towards the nearest bar in this part of city moon.
"Yeah...giveit here." The marauder said to his Alor. "Thanks. An there's also mah jetpack too." He set the device on the workbench next to the other set of armor. This earned an annoyed look from the man in front of him. "What the hell did ya do to it?" He asked in an accusing tone.
"Went oop against that Sith bitch Darth Victress or whatever on Corellia. She crushed the left thruster with her space magic." ♣ He said her name like she was some over advertised individual who's propaganda did not live up to the hype. From what he had seen that was exactly what she was. "Yeah. I'll get it fixed up. Might be a bit though. Ya got the rest of us fellas workin on all sorts of repairs." He sounded almost bothered by it. "Don't worry. I'll compinsate ya fer your time, mate." He gave the fellow mandalorian a light clap on the shoulder with his own crimson painted cybernetic arm before heading out of the room.
After leaving he walked out past an open repair yard. It was mandalorian owned but was open to the public and paying customers. His newly acquired ship that he had taken off the hands of some unlucky individual sat with panels removed. A repair crew was resealing the hole he had blasted with his violator to get access. ♣ The SSR was in place on the ship for the time being on the redubbed Rascal which was also getting a new paint job so that nobody would be able to find their old ship. The Taim and Bakk turrets on it were being removed and would be transfered to his own ship, the Effervescent soon as well which was sitting nearby, all locked down with its FIRE system in place. Further down the line his basilisk war droid was almost done with its repairs as well. The military grade power core was getting removed for a later event. The Humbler Tank that had shot at him had done some damage but nothing that could not be repaired now. "jeeze, when I take damage I take a lot oov it don't I?" He looked at his Personal Entertainment Attendant as he headed towards the nearest bar in this part of city moon.
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