Flannigan Mcnash
Mr. Roboto
Setting
Travelling on the solar winds, stars and various debri clog the space between the atmosphere and Tatooine, before you can proceed-..
Intermittent bursts of artificial white light wrack your dashboard, a sequence of numbers lighting up on the florescent green screen, your hands move deftly across the metallic keys isolating the frequency an audible groan of static, the sound clip bursts to life. “Come in any ship in the area, we are currently stranded our life support is going down, we’ve got wounded crew send help.”
(Optional)
You track the distress call to vacant area of space, a rotund expanse of dented metal can be seen, on closer inspection you would note that it is a BT-7 Thunderclap, a re-purposed Republic assault ship, armor plating flecked with the refuse of aged paint.