Rose Flynn
Character
Wars came and went, battlefields ever shifted, but junk... Junk never changes. Where armies sought glory often became desolate fields of blood and steel. One part wasteland, one part graveyard. For some, it was a quiet haven of silent hulks and broken debris. For others, it was opportunity calling across the stars for someone hardy enough to partake. For an Irnish girl looking to make good money it meant a long day's work and a hefty haul down the line.
Especially with what there was to find.
Sure, the Republic had fought over this particular world and, sure, so had the Mandos and so many others, but so far no one had bothered to clean up the plethora of messes left across the asteroid fields. Corporations and factions were more focused on the phrik to be found in the space rocks strewn about than to dig around in the destroyed wrecks and shattered hulks floating about in space, which meant the debris had hardly been touched in most areas.
For this particular job, she'd managed to scrape up a proper salvaging ship. It was a style and class she'd never heard of and probably wouldn't hear again, but it was more than capable of the job at hand and was a low rate to rent. Rose nudged the controls and manipulated the ship's salvaging arm this way and that, snagging the frame of what looked to be half a mandalorian starfighter. It wasn't much, and she could personally care less about the materials on board, but a top dollar buyer wanted the thing which meant that the junk would find its way into the hold one way or another.
If she was lucky, it would be a quick, but profitable, day.
Especially with what there was to find.
Sure, the Republic had fought over this particular world and, sure, so had the Mandos and so many others, but so far no one had bothered to clean up the plethora of messes left across the asteroid fields. Corporations and factions were more focused on the phrik to be found in the space rocks strewn about than to dig around in the destroyed wrecks and shattered hulks floating about in space, which meant the debris had hardly been touched in most areas.
For this particular job, she'd managed to scrape up a proper salvaging ship. It was a style and class she'd never heard of and probably wouldn't hear again, but it was more than capable of the job at hand and was a low rate to rent. Rose nudged the controls and manipulated the ship's salvaging arm this way and that, snagging the frame of what looked to be half a mandalorian starfighter. It wasn't much, and she could personally care less about the materials on board, but a top dollar buyer wanted the thing which meant that the junk would find its way into the hold one way or another.
If she was lucky, it would be a quick, but profitable, day.