Arris Windrun
Loser Girl
Arris Windrun found herself on Bracca, in the market for her first starship.
A spacer had told her about the junk world--said it was the best place to look on a budget, and that she'd find all sorts of rare and wonderous hulls. He even gave her the name and address of the 'best starship dealer in the galaxy' who had a shop there. And so she arrived, and so she bought a ship.
Only...
It was junk.
What was once a beautiful Aggressor-class assault fighter had been stripped of practically any useful bits and remained an empty frame caked in rust and dust. There was no reactor, no hyperdrive, and very little left to work with. At least the weapons were left mostly intact.
She was one frustrated gal, understandably so, and wandered around the damn junker spaceport looking for anyone who could lend a hand.
"Hey, are you a mechanic?"
She went around asking everyone in sight.
A spacer had told her about the junk world--said it was the best place to look on a budget, and that she'd find all sorts of rare and wonderous hulls. He even gave her the name and address of the 'best starship dealer in the galaxy' who had a shop there. And so she arrived, and so she bought a ship.
Only...
It was junk.
What was once a beautiful Aggressor-class assault fighter had been stripped of practically any useful bits and remained an empty frame caked in rust and dust. There was no reactor, no hyperdrive, and very little left to work with. At least the weapons were left mostly intact.
She was one frustrated gal, understandably so, and wandered around the damn junker spaceport looking for anyone who could lend a hand.
"Hey, are you a mechanic?"
She went around asking everyone in sight.