CFH3c: Turret (2BB-2) - Tue 26/05/20 12:11 UTC
GM
There's a thin guy with a long face and mop of dark hair, next to an un-thin guy with a round face and blond beard. They're both covered in grime, oil and sand blown in from the desert, and look stymied.
It is cooler in the interior of the wreck. Sunlight lances in through rents in the ceiling.
The two scavengers are wearing ragged tunics with multiple toolbelts and have a glow lamp set up next to a stripped electrical panel at the base of the turret ring. Techies.
"You know, I don't know." Says the thin guy, shrugging.
"I know that, we wouldn't be stood here for the past week if you did know." Says the bearded guy, cleaning the dirt out of his correctives.
"It is not a week. Don't exaggerate. A few days at most."
"It's a week. What calendar are you on?"
"What calendar are you on?"
"I'm on Lothal, I don't go in for any of that After Yavin poodoo."
"Well this is your problem, man, you avoid every Galactic standard. You find something niche, it's like you invented it yourself."
"Do you mind, I have fond memories of Lothal---"
"Before the Evil Empire stole the family farm, I know."
"Oh you know something then. So tell me, laser brain, why can't we get this bog standard Corellian turbolaser working?"
"I don't know," says the thin techie, adding before his work-mate can groan, "but know what I do know? We should have a smoke and think about it."
"Good idea, yeah." Agrees the bearded techie and they sit down next to a large water-pipe they'd built.
2BB-2 jounces over a cable and rolls up to them, his status lights shining in the deep shadow.
The two technies have their heads together, stuffing the water-pipe and don't notice the droid at first.
There's a thin guy with a long face and mop of dark hair, next to an un-thin guy with a round face and blond beard. They're both covered in grime, oil and sand blown in from the desert, and look stymied.
It is cooler in the interior of the wreck. Sunlight lances in through rents in the ceiling.
The two scavengers are wearing ragged tunics with multiple toolbelts and have a glow lamp set up next to a stripped electrical panel at the base of the turret ring. Techies.
"You know, I don't know." Says the thin guy, shrugging.
"I know that, we wouldn't be stood here for the past week if you did know." Says the bearded guy, cleaning the dirt out of his correctives.
"It is not a week. Don't exaggerate. A few days at most."
"It's a week. What calendar are you on?"
"What calendar are you on?"
"I'm on Lothal, I don't go in for any of that After Yavin poodoo."
"Well this is your problem, man, you avoid every Galactic standard. You find something niche, it's like you invented it yourself."
"Do you mind, I have fond memories of Lothal---"
"Before the Evil Empire stole the family farm, I know."
"Oh you know something then. So tell me, laser brain, why can't we get this bog standard Corellian turbolaser working?"
"I don't know," says the thin techie, adding before his work-mate can groan, "but know what I do know? We should have a smoke and think about it."
"Good idea, yeah." Agrees the bearded techie and they sit down next to a large water-pipe they'd built.
2BB-2 jounces over a cable and rolls up to them, his status lights shining in the deep shadow.
The two technies have their heads together, stuffing the water-pipe and don't notice the droid at first.