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Feathered Hunter
Raxus Prime
The Slight Of Hand slowly lowered herself down through the atmosphere of Raxus Prime. The planet was barely nothing more than a scrap pile after generations and generations of old starship parts, datapads and more being dumped on it until piles of the metal reached beyond the horizon and the ecosystem was almost fully destroyed, corrupted at least. Raxus Prime, the planet know as the place droids go die.
At the helm of The Slight Of Hand was a blond, messy haired pirate who's eyes scanned the land bellow his screeching ship. His purple pupils, which differed in shade, flickered from side to side, looking for a place that would be safe to set down the ship. His left sclera was covered with a film of black that his the whiteness of his eye, caused by his Nervus of Ota birthmark. Between his lips, a lit cigarette hung, the smoke of which curled around his features.
Finally finding a relatively clear area to land, the pilot, a former nobleman named Ydrin, settle the Slight down. As he did so, a large, red droid behind him stirred, the optical processors flickering for a moment before settling on a steady yellow light,
"Addressee: Master. Question: Am I to take it that we have arrived at our destination?" Shutting down the systems of his ship, Ydrin didn't answer for a moment until he was standing next to Y8-S1, the droid.
"No, Y8, we've just arrived at some other scrap covered planet." The sarcasm as he spoke seemed to drip from his every word. His chuckles soon rang out the ship as he heard his companion' reply. "Confused Comment: I can not find any other planet that bears such an environment as the one outside. Concerned Inquiry: Is the Master malfunctioning and is unable to process information?"
Pulling on his duster coat and shouldering his rifle, Ydrin stepped out from his ship and onto the planet of Raxus Prime.
[member="Terys Rocabel"]
The Slight Of Hand slowly lowered herself down through the atmosphere of Raxus Prime. The planet was barely nothing more than a scrap pile after generations and generations of old starship parts, datapads and more being dumped on it until piles of the metal reached beyond the horizon and the ecosystem was almost fully destroyed, corrupted at least. Raxus Prime, the planet know as the place droids go die.
At the helm of The Slight Of Hand was a blond, messy haired pirate who's eyes scanned the land bellow his screeching ship. His purple pupils, which differed in shade, flickered from side to side, looking for a place that would be safe to set down the ship. His left sclera was covered with a film of black that his the whiteness of his eye, caused by his Nervus of Ota birthmark. Between his lips, a lit cigarette hung, the smoke of which curled around his features.
Finally finding a relatively clear area to land, the pilot, a former nobleman named Ydrin, settle the Slight down. As he did so, a large, red droid behind him stirred, the optical processors flickering for a moment before settling on a steady yellow light,
"Addressee: Master. Question: Am I to take it that we have arrived at our destination?" Shutting down the systems of his ship, Ydrin didn't answer for a moment until he was standing next to Y8-S1, the droid.
"No, Y8, we've just arrived at some other scrap covered planet." The sarcasm as he spoke seemed to drip from his every word. His chuckles soon rang out the ship as he heard his companion' reply. "Confused Comment: I can not find any other planet that bears such an environment as the one outside. Concerned Inquiry: Is the Master malfunctioning and is unable to process information?"
Pulling on his duster coat and shouldering his rifle, Ydrin stepped out from his ship and onto the planet of Raxus Prime.
[member="Terys Rocabel"]