09-17-2016, 02:46 AM
Claptrap wheeled into the blank void of the Nexus and drew out his orb of omnillium. He would need a vehicle if he wanted to reach the Deeps quickly, blissfully unaware that he could have just crossed while in Coruscant. He considered his vehicles of choice for a moment before settling on a classic bandit technical. The little robot focused on the crudely stitched together car, remembering all the times bandits had tried to run him down, and occasionally succeeded. The mental picture was the only thing Claptrap could focus on for about 15 minutes before a newly made bandit technical stood before him, even rustier and less safe than anything you could summon from a catch-a-ride.
Claptrap tentatively climbed in, careful not to accidentally pull something off before starting the car. It roared to life with little resistance when Claptrap realised the he couldn't reach the pedals with his small, single wheeled 'leg', so the little robot had to stand up in the driver's seat and hope he didn't slip over, barely able to see over the dashboard.
After a horrifically precarious drive around the Nexus, Claptrap arrived at the Deeps gate and, unable to stop the car with one leg, plowed through it at maximum speed, screaming at a pitch that was nearly inaudible to the human ear the whole time.
Claptrap tentatively climbed in, careful not to accidentally pull something off before starting the car. It roared to life with little resistance when Claptrap realised the he couldn't reach the pedals with his small, single wheeled 'leg', so the little robot had to stand up in the driver's seat and hope he didn't slip over, barely able to see over the dashboard.
After a horrifically precarious drive around the Nexus, Claptrap arrived at the Deeps gate and, unable to stop the car with one leg, plowed through it at maximum speed, screaming at a pitch that was nearly inaudible to the human ear the whole time.
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