05-27-2017, 05:18 PM
Dr. Linda Himes stares slack-jawed in a garage in teir-5 as an Ewok gangster rips apart her luxury Teir-1 hovercraft. The bueatiful blonde scientist cannot seem to find the words, or the moral high-ground, to express her outrage. She knew, on a socially conscious level, that her hovercar could feed any of these destitute people's families for a year. She also knew, on a different kind of socially conscious level, how cute she looked in that fucking car.
"I apologize for the way we have accommodated your belongings," says Chipra the Ewok sincerely. The short, furry alien is wearing a wear of grease stained overalls and welding goggles. "My only justification, and I admit it is wearing thin, is that we are at war."
Another Ewok gangster is rifling through a bag that was taken from the trunk with interest. He pulls out several clips of the incendiary ammo Linda had tossed to Jim in the firefight last night. He also pulls out a glowing blue dagger, a bag full of strange gears, and a circuit board.
As an experimental scientist with level 9 clearance form the Imperial Armory, Linda had quite a a bit of interesting junk in her trunk.
"How am I supposed to get home?" asks the brilliant scientist stupidly as her engine is yanked out unceremoniously.
"I'm sure we can accommodate you," says Chirpa helpfully as he nods towards the half dozen cars in the garage, generally beaten old clunkers still driving on rubber tires. "But I thought you weren't leaving without your assistant? And it does seems she is late."
"I swear to Omni," Linda warns. "If she comes back with so much as a scratch-"
"Have you considered," interrupts the Ewok. "That Chi'Owo is simply 'having fun'? She is young and brilliant, and from you've said she has spent all of her young life dutifully working toward becoming an Imperial scientist. Perhaps she is simply 'wound too tight' as they say, and she's slumming it to let off some steam? Yes, it is a dangerous life we live here in the lower tiers, but would you begrudge her this life experience?"
Linda scoffs. "I never had to run around with criminals and terrorists to have fun."
Chirpa shrugs. "And you ended up following a stolen droid into Teir-5 at night. Does that sound like something a normal, well adjusted Teir-1 scientist would do? To me, it sounds like someone who is becoming more and more disillusioned with the state of society and was pressed to do something about it. Something risky, something adventurous."
Linda is silent.
Satisfied, Chirpa walks over to his workbench on which lies a dented but functional droid. Linda recognizes it as a Droideka, or Destroy Droid. It is certainly impressive that Chirpa had managed to get his hands on such a weapon, even if the Empire considered them obsolete. The destroyer droid is extremely dangerous, able to transform into a smooth sphere and roll quickly along any surface. It could transform again into a kind of tripod mounted with a blaster and deflector shield, although his model didn't appear to have either the gun or the shield. The flaw in the design is it's slow, clunky reflexes and vulnerability to attack from behind. Certainly not effective in urban warfare, Linda thinks.
She watches as Chirpa uses a tiny lightsaber to burn through the droids spinal column, ripping away all the wires and circuitry that make up the 'nerve system' of the droid. She watches carefully as he fuses the glittering spine of the Doombot onto the Droideka. On the other side of the garage, Linda watches as Chripas fellow Ewoks strip out the hydraulics of a b1 standard battle droid and replace it with the hydraulics of her car.
Chirpa is now busily dissecting the plasma cannon of the Doombot, and extracts of of the four rods that make up its power source, the places it in a simple homemade blaster, and starts to attatch it to the Droideka.
"Oh god," Linda says under her breath.
***
A Polywhirl with glides through the streets of Teir-5 in a Cadillac Coup De'ville. There is a Glock on his hip and a blunt on his lip. The sun is on his face, and paranoia is on his mind.
***
Two female elves are speaking in hushed whispers in the corner of the Westside Knife Ear Warriors gang hideout.
A treehouse built into an inexplicable redwood growing int he middle of Central Park, the gang hideout stands a hundred feet above the ground, accessible only though a complicated series of ropes and ladders and toadstools that if you jumped on made you bounce super high. Vines grew throughout it, with fruits and flowers blooming year round.
The two elves in question are Sunshine and Bloodstain, the newly appointed First and Second Lieutenants of the Westside Knife Ear Warriors, respectively.
Sunshine is a snowy white blonde with big blue eyes and a warm smile. Bloodstain is not.
Bloodstain is a night elf, a violet-skinned breed of elf with glowing eyes and short tempers.
While the rest of their gang, a motley collection of elves and humans, argue about the recent assassination of their President, Sunshine and Bloodstain are already moving forward with their plans.
Luci is the leader of the gang now, like it or not, and they had a job to do.
Bloodstain and Sunshine slip down a vine in the back of the treehouse quietly, and make their way towards Chirpa's garage.
***
"I apologize for the way we have accommodated your belongings," says Chipra the Ewok sincerely. The short, furry alien is wearing a wear of grease stained overalls and welding goggles. "My only justification, and I admit it is wearing thin, is that we are at war."
Another Ewok gangster is rifling through a bag that was taken from the trunk with interest. He pulls out several clips of the incendiary ammo Linda had tossed to Jim in the firefight last night. He also pulls out a glowing blue dagger, a bag full of strange gears, and a circuit board.
As an experimental scientist with level 9 clearance form the Imperial Armory, Linda had quite a a bit of interesting junk in her trunk.
"How am I supposed to get home?" asks the brilliant scientist stupidly as her engine is yanked out unceremoniously.
"I'm sure we can accommodate you," says Chirpa helpfully as he nods towards the half dozen cars in the garage, generally beaten old clunkers still driving on rubber tires. "But I thought you weren't leaving without your assistant? And it does seems she is late."
"I swear to Omni," Linda warns. "If she comes back with so much as a scratch-"
"Have you considered," interrupts the Ewok. "That Chi'Owo is simply 'having fun'? She is young and brilliant, and from you've said she has spent all of her young life dutifully working toward becoming an Imperial scientist. Perhaps she is simply 'wound too tight' as they say, and she's slumming it to let off some steam? Yes, it is a dangerous life we live here in the lower tiers, but would you begrudge her this life experience?"
Linda scoffs. "I never had to run around with criminals and terrorists to have fun."
Chirpa shrugs. "And you ended up following a stolen droid into Teir-5 at night. Does that sound like something a normal, well adjusted Teir-1 scientist would do? To me, it sounds like someone who is becoming more and more disillusioned with the state of society and was pressed to do something about it. Something risky, something adventurous."
Linda is silent.
Satisfied, Chirpa walks over to his workbench on which lies a dented but functional droid. Linda recognizes it as a Droideka, or Destroy Droid. It is certainly impressive that Chirpa had managed to get his hands on such a weapon, even if the Empire considered them obsolete. The destroyer droid is extremely dangerous, able to transform into a smooth sphere and roll quickly along any surface. It could transform again into a kind of tripod mounted with a blaster and deflector shield, although his model didn't appear to have either the gun or the shield. The flaw in the design is it's slow, clunky reflexes and vulnerability to attack from behind. Certainly not effective in urban warfare, Linda thinks.
She watches as Chirpa uses a tiny lightsaber to burn through the droids spinal column, ripping away all the wires and circuitry that make up the 'nerve system' of the droid. She watches carefully as he fuses the glittering spine of the Doombot onto the Droideka. On the other side of the garage, Linda watches as Chripas fellow Ewoks strip out the hydraulics of a b1 standard battle droid and replace it with the hydraulics of her car.
Chirpa is now busily dissecting the plasma cannon of the Doombot, and extracts of of the four rods that make up its power source, the places it in a simple homemade blaster, and starts to attatch it to the Droideka.
"Oh god," Linda says under her breath.
***
A Polywhirl with glides through the streets of Teir-5 in a Cadillac Coup De'ville. There is a Glock on his hip and a blunt on his lip. The sun is on his face, and paranoia is on his mind.
***
Two female elves are speaking in hushed whispers in the corner of the Westside Knife Ear Warriors gang hideout.
A treehouse built into an inexplicable redwood growing int he middle of Central Park, the gang hideout stands a hundred feet above the ground, accessible only though a complicated series of ropes and ladders and toadstools that if you jumped on made you bounce super high. Vines grew throughout it, with fruits and flowers blooming year round.
The two elves in question are Sunshine and Bloodstain, the newly appointed First and Second Lieutenants of the Westside Knife Ear Warriors, respectively.
Sunshine is a snowy white blonde with big blue eyes and a warm smile. Bloodstain is not.
Bloodstain is a night elf, a violet-skinned breed of elf with glowing eyes and short tempers.
While the rest of their gang, a motley collection of elves and humans, argue about the recent assassination of their President, Sunshine and Bloodstain are already moving forward with their plans.
Luci is the leader of the gang now, like it or not, and they had a job to do.
Bloodstain and Sunshine slip down a vine in the back of the treehouse quietly, and make their way towards Chirpa's garage.
***
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