Myles Vylumnar
No gods, no masters
Dust swirls and swerves through the wind at an auction house on Tatooine. In is sparsely populated, though decent crowds form round. Sitting somewhere off to the side is a young man and his IG-unit.
The Droid itself seems in need of desperate repair. It's chassis is scarred and battle-torn. The old droid would seem to be carrying many outdated or dysfunctional parts. It would also lack a power source. To the keen eye, it would also be logged with sand. However, something about the droid seemed unique. It'd be hard to tell what, but this droid was special.
"The droid is yours for a fair price..." said the young man to any passerby.
[member="IG-198-SA"]
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/85329-ig-198-sa/
The Droid itself seems in need of desperate repair. It's chassis is scarred and battle-torn. The old droid would seem to be carrying many outdated or dysfunctional parts. It would also lack a power source. To the keen eye, it would also be logged with sand. However, something about the droid seemed unique. It'd be hard to tell what, but this droid was special.
"The droid is yours for a fair price..." said the young man to any passerby.
[member="IG-198-SA"]
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/85329-ig-198-sa/