Character
Location: Questal, Junkyard
The crash of metal disrupted the once peaceful night’s air. As night had befallen upon the planet of Questal; a time for peace that was dashed by another crash as the head of a protocol droid had been tossed off to the side followed with grumbling. Ears plugged by buds with the occasional blue blinking light as music albeit muffled could be heard from it.
”Nope, wrong size.” Zane muttered as he tossed a skeletal metal limb off to the side. Causing yet another metallic thud to echo throughout the junkyard. His short blonde hair shifted with the occasional breeze as his gloved hands sorted through the near mountain sized piles of parts from all kinds of mechanical sorts. Junk if one could call it that, yet here Zane was. Sorting through them and tossing out what he wasn’t looking for.
Even during off hours, Zane sought to make use of good quality droid parts or to see what he could put together. Sometimes he found a rare part, something a lot of people often overlooked. That was until he found what appeared to be a deflector shield, to which Zane lets out a long whistle as he looked upon it. Yet the poor thing certainly had its fair share of beatings. Damaged to the point of beyond repair as the mechanic turned over the part in his hands. Based on the size and shape of the generator. Zane assumed that it was supposed to fit inside of a droideka series. It’ll at least explain the blaster marks on the generator from being overloaded or blown apart. Either way, Zane had a thought to pocket such a find when he turned around to notice an unfamiliar sight.
His brow crested in confusion as he casually lifted his hand to pull the earpiece away from his ears as his expression seemed to have paused.
”This isn’t a noise complaint is it? I swear it wasn’t me, it was that guy over there.” Zane joked as he gestured with his free thumb off to the side. The oldest trick in the book so to speak if he could get away with it.
Aris Noble
The crash of metal disrupted the once peaceful night’s air. As night had befallen upon the planet of Questal; a time for peace that was dashed by another crash as the head of a protocol droid had been tossed off to the side followed with grumbling. Ears plugged by buds with the occasional blue blinking light as music albeit muffled could be heard from it.
”Nope, wrong size.” Zane muttered as he tossed a skeletal metal limb off to the side. Causing yet another metallic thud to echo throughout the junkyard. His short blonde hair shifted with the occasional breeze as his gloved hands sorted through the near mountain sized piles of parts from all kinds of mechanical sorts. Junk if one could call it that, yet here Zane was. Sorting through them and tossing out what he wasn’t looking for.
Even during off hours, Zane sought to make use of good quality droid parts or to see what he could put together. Sometimes he found a rare part, something a lot of people often overlooked. That was until he found what appeared to be a deflector shield, to which Zane lets out a long whistle as he looked upon it. Yet the poor thing certainly had its fair share of beatings. Damaged to the point of beyond repair as the mechanic turned over the part in his hands. Based on the size and shape of the generator. Zane assumed that it was supposed to fit inside of a droideka series. It’ll at least explain the blaster marks on the generator from being overloaded or blown apart. Either way, Zane had a thought to pocket such a find when he turned around to notice an unfamiliar sight.
His brow crested in confusion as he casually lifted his hand to pull the earpiece away from his ears as his expression seemed to have paused.
”This isn’t a noise complaint is it? I swear it wasn’t me, it was that guy over there.” Zane joked as he gestured with his free thumb off to the side. The oldest trick in the book so to speak if he could get away with it.
