10-28-2016, 08:26 PM
Quote:Location: Between Silverrock Town and Paradise Bay: Rooster's Ranch
Ol’ Rooster never wanted to be a big shot.
That was why he left the Empire behind. It wasn’t a stunning or thrilling departure from the great force from Coruscant. Those things were reserved for folks that mattered, or at least thought they did. Nope, Rooster just didn’t sign back up the day they asked him to. He’d learned quite a bit from serving under Captain White, namely that you looked after yourself first, since no one else would. That mindset was how he got away from it all and ended up as a simple farmer on Windfall Island.
Mostly a simple farmer, that is. He knew how to use a gun and he’d worked both the Nexus and Coruscant in thick, white armor. Admittedly, he didn’t have a single tale of dashing heroics or stunning bravery. His stories were mostly just dealing with bullshit from the people who occupied his stations, and those above him. Still, the qualifications were enough that he had a pistol and a badge strapped to his hip here in the Vasty Deep. It was a fair price to get the slice of land he now called home and office, and he would have missed the firearm if he didn’t have it, anyway. Hell, he'd even managed to keep the nickname his old squad had given him.
In theory, he was the police of Windfall first and foremost. In practice, most folks knew that seeing Rooster act in a law enforcement capacity meant one of three things: he was bored, he was pissed at someone, or he’d gotten advance word that Inspector Gordon was coming to town. But as it turned out, in a small, fairly self-regulating community like Windfall, Rooster tended be about as hands-on as was needed.
Nope, he was content to keep working on his crops, which is what he’d found himself doing the whole morning. With his field work done, he figured he needed to make a trip to town to stock up on some various supplies needed to keep this place running and the good folks of Windfall fed. He bit his lip as he gazed at a stretch of empty land outside the field. He’d gotten a wild hair after a few discussions at Ozal’s bar and decided he wanted to build a barn and raise some animals, too. At the very least, a horse would be nice to offset the frustrating ban on fossil fuel this place had enacted. While he was in town, he could do a little bit of research on how constructing such a structure would go.
“Hmmph,” Rooster grunted to no one as he pondered the difficulties of gathering an able-bodied crew to put the building together. That part was a task for another day.
He tossed his shovel aside and made his way off the property, towards town. He’d clean the place up more a little later.