Eice Frex
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2017
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@Insalius @The Captain
Eice Frex bobbed her head, eyes closed and giving her hips a little sway as she braided loose wires. Smiling to herself, she tied off her handiwork with a length of space tape and opened her eyes, re-tucking the braid behind an access panel on the wall. She re-secured the panel with a servodriver, stepping back to regard her work, closing her eyes again and shuffling backward a few more steps, continuing to sway her hips. She made a little spin before re-opening her eyes.
The Tintinna reached up, brushing back the pair of slim headphones she wore. They fell around her neck, muffled, tinny music being heard for a moment before she reached down to a device at her waist and clicked off her portable sonocassette deck.
"Daesha!" She called, tossing her servodriver back into the toolbox at her feet. "I think I fixed that short circuit in the remote bay door controls you were talking about... looked like a fire-trap back there!"
Eice was a passenger aboard Daesh'afenn's freighter, the Burnout Junk. After a rather hair-raising reunion on Ord Mantell, the two had entered into a partnership for a smuggling venture on Ithor, a planet known for its agricultural and pharmaceutical riches. They planned to pick up a valuable cargo from Daesha's contact on the world, an undertaking which had great risks associated with it, but also great reward.
The young smuggler made her way to the cockpit of the freighter, scrabbling up into the copilot's seat beside Daesha. On her way, she had stopped by the ship's galley; she passed the Twi'lek pilot a steaming mug of caf, sipping from her own as she stared out of the cockpit canopy at the swirling tunnel of hyperspace.
"...never gonna get used to that view..." She said quietly.
Eice Frex bobbed her head, eyes closed and giving her hips a little sway as she braided loose wires. Smiling to herself, she tied off her handiwork with a length of space tape and opened her eyes, re-tucking the braid behind an access panel on the wall. She re-secured the panel with a servodriver, stepping back to regard her work, closing her eyes again and shuffling backward a few more steps, continuing to sway her hips. She made a little spin before re-opening her eyes.
"Daesha!" She called, tossing her servodriver back into the toolbox at her feet. "I think I fixed that short circuit in the remote bay door controls you were talking about... looked like a fire-trap back there!"
Eice was a passenger aboard Daesh'afenn's freighter, the Burnout Junk. After a rather hair-raising reunion on Ord Mantell, the two had entered into a partnership for a smuggling venture on Ithor, a planet known for its agricultural and pharmaceutical riches. They planned to pick up a valuable cargo from Daesha's contact on the world, an undertaking which had great risks associated with it, but also great reward.
The young smuggler made her way to the cockpit of the freighter, scrabbling up into the copilot's seat beside Daesha. On her way, she had stopped by the ship's galley; she passed the Twi'lek pilot a steaming mug of caf, sipping from her own as she stared out of the cockpit canopy at the swirling tunnel of hyperspace.
"...never gonna get used to that view..." She said quietly.
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