GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
He hated everything, his wrench more so. It lay across the room, a large dent in the wall. For the first time ever, the wrench proved useless in his attempts to fix the engine of the Ebon Hawk. Yes, Kei might or might not of thrown it across the engine room. He sigh to himself, pulling himself to standing on some old pipe hanging down.
He'd set down in a small clearing on Endor, and he hated the planet already. He'd caught a loose twig when he landed and heard something important below his ship scratch. He wasn't having a happy day, let's put it that way. Slowly he stepped from his ship, no light above him. The jungle was thick, and he didn't want to venture far for fear of getting lost again.
Yet, he needed to. He needed to venture to find a dealer to get a part to fix his ship.
[member="Solan Charr"]
He'd set down in a small clearing on Endor, and he hated the planet already. He'd caught a loose twig when he landed and heard something important below his ship scratch. He wasn't having a happy day, let's put it that way. Slowly he stepped from his ship, no light above him. The jungle was thick, and he didn't want to venture far for fear of getting lost again.
Yet, he needed to. He needed to venture to find a dealer to get a part to fix his ship.
[member="Solan Charr"]