Father of Titans
Umbara - The Shadow World
Capitol City
Mid-day
Another pit stop. One that was rather cold and secluded. A place where sunlight was rarely seen, and if it was there, it was less than a lightbulb in the sky. Seeing as how I was only 20 or so years old, from my looks that is, I was somewhat of a target. If I carried no weapons with me, I was a liability. I could be killed by some of the other Bounty Hunters that thought I was a threat. Hell, even a Civi could have a vibroshiv in their pocket and stab me just because I look at them wrong. So I decided to wear a version of my clone era armor. The boots, Glove/gauntlets, chestplate, and helm were all that I had for armor. While the two blaster pistols I left in the ship, I had my vibroblades that were attached to the gauntlets. Hidden to look as though it was just a design on the armor, the blade would slide out through a slit in the armor and become a wrist sword. Hey! at least it was something.
Though to avoid all the white armor, I had taken ash and mud and rubbed it all over myself, as well as earlier taking the blaster pistol and had and fired a few rounds into the chest plate, and other piece to make it look like as though it had been used. It looked better, but not perfect. Best I could do after that was take ragged cloth in different strips and have it over my body in places to look as though it was ripped clothing that I let hang just because it was still there. being an experimental clone on my lonesome was kind of scary. That I would not deny to myself.
Looking up to the sky as I was standing on the ramp of my Imperial Shuttle that was considered an antique to even the oldest of ship collectors. Hell, even my armor was older than the ship. But, it worked, and that is all that mattered to me. Walking down the ramp, A pudgy man ran up to me with a datapad. Requesting credits to land here. I dug in my pockets and handed him the amount he requested, with a tip to let him leave it here even if someone else wanted to land here. He nodded his head and was off. I had collected alot of stuff from the ship that I was on, and in the places that I have been so far. And well, it was a lot.
if I had a list, I would keep it with me, but as of this moment, I had not really taken inventory to the items on my ship. I just threw whatever I could fit in there and left. I shook my head. remembering that I had to find a place to get supplies. Moving along the city streets. I walked into just about every bar down the lane. looking for a place to find to get materials. Heck, even a place to stay for the night would be nice. I stopped on the corner of two streets and sat down on the bench. Taking my helmet off, I revealed my face with the deep blue hair that was considered a Genetic mutation of clones. I hated it, but in a sense, it saved my life, because if I was not in the center of the disposal chute, I could have been killed when the ship was attacked by someone.
Running a hand through my hair, I ruffed it up and let it stay there as though I had bedhead. Once more, it looked like I would be stuck on what to do. Apparently I did not have the Leadership gene.
[member="Maria Natalja"],
Capitol City
Mid-day
Another pit stop. One that was rather cold and secluded. A place where sunlight was rarely seen, and if it was there, it was less than a lightbulb in the sky. Seeing as how I was only 20 or so years old, from my looks that is, I was somewhat of a target. If I carried no weapons with me, I was a liability. I could be killed by some of the other Bounty Hunters that thought I was a threat. Hell, even a Civi could have a vibroshiv in their pocket and stab me just because I look at them wrong. So I decided to wear a version of my clone era armor. The boots, Glove/gauntlets, chestplate, and helm were all that I had for armor. While the two blaster pistols I left in the ship, I had my vibroblades that were attached to the gauntlets. Hidden to look as though it was just a design on the armor, the blade would slide out through a slit in the armor and become a wrist sword. Hey! at least it was something.
Though to avoid all the white armor, I had taken ash and mud and rubbed it all over myself, as well as earlier taking the blaster pistol and had and fired a few rounds into the chest plate, and other piece to make it look like as though it had been used. It looked better, but not perfect. Best I could do after that was take ragged cloth in different strips and have it over my body in places to look as though it was ripped clothing that I let hang just because it was still there. being an experimental clone on my lonesome was kind of scary. That I would not deny to myself.
Looking up to the sky as I was standing on the ramp of my Imperial Shuttle that was considered an antique to even the oldest of ship collectors. Hell, even my armor was older than the ship. But, it worked, and that is all that mattered to me. Walking down the ramp, A pudgy man ran up to me with a datapad. Requesting credits to land here. I dug in my pockets and handed him the amount he requested, with a tip to let him leave it here even if someone else wanted to land here. He nodded his head and was off. I had collected alot of stuff from the ship that I was on, and in the places that I have been so far. And well, it was a lot.
if I had a list, I would keep it with me, but as of this moment, I had not really taken inventory to the items on my ship. I just threw whatever I could fit in there and left. I shook my head. remembering that I had to find a place to get supplies. Moving along the city streets. I walked into just about every bar down the lane. looking for a place to find to get materials. Heck, even a place to stay for the night would be nice. I stopped on the corner of two streets and sat down on the bench. Taking my helmet off, I revealed my face with the deep blue hair that was considered a Genetic mutation of clones. I hated it, but in a sense, it saved my life, because if I was not in the center of the disposal chute, I could have been killed when the ship was attacked by someone.
Running a hand through my hair, I ruffed it up and let it stay there as though I had bedhead. Once more, it looked like I would be stuck on what to do. Apparently I did not have the Leadership gene.
[member="Maria Natalja"],