First Reply Scrapping Over Scrap

[Alana Calloway]

Location: Ord Mantell
Tags: Open
Gear: In Bio
Alana crouched at the edge of the sprawling scrapyard, the low hum of distant machinery vibrating through the dirt beneath her boots. Rusted hulls and twisted metal towers stretched out in every direction, scraps piled high like jagged little mountains. Ord Mantell always smelled of oil and scorched metal, and today it seemed especially pungent. Or maybe it was always pungent. She hadn't been here in some time.

She scanned the piles with careful eyes, her hand hovering over a bent panel that could hide something useful. The problem she faced now, was that after being out of the galaxy for so long, she had next to no income.

This wasn't just scavenging; it was improvising. She needed parts, just anything she could collect to...try and cobble together some hardware. She had no armor, outdated weapons, and she was one Lirka Ka away from just having to smack people down with her hands.

There had to be something good here she could use.

A heap of dismantled speeders caught her attention. Moving to it, she began to inspect the damage. The titanium frame was promising, the circuits tangled, but intact. Carefully, she pried a long cylindrical piece free, and checked for carbon scoring. A coil of wire slipped from another pile, snapping lightly in the sunlight; might word for a replacement for her grapple cords.

Around her, the scrapyard clattered and hissed, some sort of affair was underway. but Alana didn't pay it any mind. Alana wiped a streak of grime from her cheek and set to work, scrapping this speeder with her small set of tools. A few more hours of careful sorting, a little ingenuity, and she'd hold something more than scrap in her hands. Whatever that would end up being, she hadn't a clue, but it would be something.

Even if it was some cobbled together junk.

She could hear the sound of the approaching hyper rail junker; probably here to deliver another load of scrap. If nothing else, she was walking away with something today.

 

[Tohu]

A cloud of dust swept through the scrapyards of Ord Mantell, creeping on the tail of a hover train. As the distance closed, Alana would distinguish a swoop bike hungrily heading her way.

Tohu’s unruly hair waved wildly against the rush of wind. Beneath it, a playful smirk stretched into a raptorial grin at the sight of his prey and the sudden surge of adrenaline pumping into his veins with the frantic rhythm of the tracking fob’s beeps.

He could temper his exhilaration only so much before he finally yielded and brought the heavy blaster pistol to bear. Silenced by the train’s blaring engines and almost indiscernible in the scorching, bright light of the sun, a series of blaster bolts would rain down on Alana’s position.

Alana Calloway ​

 

[Alana Calloway]

Location: Ore Mantell
Tags: Tohu
Gear: In Bio

For a multitude of reasons, Alana had left behind her weapons. Namely because, given she was trying to just get some scrap metal for fixing and salvaging her equipment, she didn’t think she’d need it.

She noticed a swoop bike that seemed to arrive shortly after the hyper rail train, but she paid it little mind.

After all, no one should have been looking for her, and frankly she just wanted this job over and done with.

Of course she was wrong as it turns out, for once she began to coil up the spare wiring she had acquired, blaster fire began to pepper her.

“Hey what the feth man!”

She screamed out, wincing as a bolt smashed into the speeder husk before her, almost blinding her in the process. She scampered back, grabbing hold of one of the titanium plates she had stripped off earlier, and took off; using her salvage as a shield for her backside.

She had to calm down before she could tap into the Force, but that was a bit difficult at current given she was scampering over scrap metal and dodging blaster shots.

Whenever the hell was out for her, must have really wanted her bad; which left only a handful of options.

Alana didn’t like the implications of that what so ever.

But now was not the time to ponder such things. Now was the time to get the hell out of dodge.

 

[Tohu]

Blaster bolts pelted the titanium plate, juddering the makeshift shield in the woman's hands, but did not pierce through the sturdy metal.

Tohu zipped past his target, leaving a cloud of dust and debris in his wake as he hit the brakes for a full turn and a new drive-by attempt on the woman.

"You can just give up, you know!" he shouted over the sound of the train passing by, before he lunged after her with the bike once more. The untamed grin still plastered over his face. ​

Alana Calloway