Tattoine
Mos Eisley Spaceport
She was a pretty lass. Working up a sweat climbing all over another man's spaceship. Working off a debt you could call it. Either way, she was almost done.
"...Okay. Try it now."
The wookie overlooking the cargo bay brought his googles down over his eyes and pressed the little red button. The engines of the Starship began to whine and sputter. But they never sparked to life in the way they should have.
"Wrah wrah. Rawh rwahh."
"I know. I know. It must be on the other damn side. ...Ugh. Look. I have to get over to the Cantina for the card game. Can you finish up the crane work while I'm gone."
"Rawhhh. Wreh wrah."
"Your welcome. I'll stop by the store too on my way back. Pick up a few gizmos. We'll have it finished before the evening. No worries."
She hoped down into the hot sands of the bay and brushed her olive flight-suit with her hands. She was a sweaty, sexy mess. ...Well. Mostly sweaty.
"I'll be back in an hour Yarbrook. Don't blow up the ship without me!"
"RawhhHHH!"
"Heh. I'll take that as a yes."
She smirked and wrapped her suit around her waist. Then with a wave she exited out into the hot city streets beyond. Vanilla Toner. Spacer Pilot extraordinare. Had a card game to get to.
Mos Eisley Spaceport
She was a pretty lass. Working up a sweat climbing all over another man's spaceship. Working off a debt you could call it. Either way, she was almost done.
"...Okay. Try it now."
The wookie overlooking the cargo bay brought his googles down over his eyes and pressed the little red button. The engines of the Starship began to whine and sputter. But they never sparked to life in the way they should have.
"Wrah wrah. Rawh rwahh."
"I know. I know. It must be on the other damn side. ...Ugh. Look. I have to get over to the Cantina for the card game. Can you finish up the crane work while I'm gone."
"Rawhhh. Wreh wrah."
"Your welcome. I'll stop by the store too on my way back. Pick up a few gizmos. We'll have it finished before the evening. No worries."
She hoped down into the hot sands of the bay and brushed her olive flight-suit with her hands. She was a sweaty, sexy mess. ...Well. Mostly sweaty.
"I'll be back in an hour Yarbrook. Don't blow up the ship without me!"
"RawhhHHH!"
"Heh. I'll take that as a yes."
She smirked and wrapped her suit around her waist. Then with a wave she exited out into the hot city streets beyond. Vanilla Toner. Spacer Pilot extraordinare. Had a card game to get to.