Private Tech Whiz

[Sorr Kortu]

Location: Tiaza's Purr, somewhere in the Kessel Sector

Smuggler Outfit
Fortuna Lecit

If there was one thing that Sorr emphasized to the crew is that they don't have to be tied down to the Tiaza's Purr and can leave anytime. The crew can always return through by activating a friend or foe signal on their Holoprojector. Sorr created the signal from an old Galactic Alliance battlenet and integrated to M.O.M. From there, M.O.M can pinpoint the signal and Sorr can pick the crew member up. While Sorr wanted to maintain a sense of freedom for his crew, it also created a sense of loneliness. Most of the crew are gone leaving Sorr at the mini bar staring at the small glass of Nova Blaster in front of him. According to Brinna Dara , this Brandy was the favorite drink of Smugglers. Sorr could see his reflection simmering against the blue tinted beverage. His tongue began to water, it was tempting to drink the alcohol but the problem was..... Sorr never drank before.

"Oh man....." Sorr said leaning towards the Nova Blaster. He wondered if he was going to get drunk the moment, he drinks the beverage. It was definitely unlikely, but Sorr's fear outweighed everything right now.

Saya Taiyou-Fyre

 

[Saya Taiyou-Fyre]

Saya wiped her brow of sweat, only worsening her physical appearance with a broad stroke of black grease across her forehead. She glowered down at the faulty combustion manifold with a hand on her cocked hip. It was days like this where she really wished she had an astromech to help with repairs. But then again, nothing ever beat a personal touch when it came to one's ride. Well, when that personal touch actually worked and didn't leave Saya stranded on a humid jungle planet with no air conditioning.

Seriously, it was hot...

The Zeltron lifted the bottom of her tank top and wiped her whole face. It was time to throw in the towel and call for some help. Dad was...wherever his search for whatever had taken him next, and while Saya was certain her father would show up in the blink of an eye...she wasn't sure she was ready to see him and remember how she hardly recognized him anymore.

No, it was time to call on the one person Saya always hoped she would never have to in this situation. Climbing back aboard her broken down ship, Saya rummaged about the cabin until she found the tracker. With a slight sigh, she flicked it on, and watched as the red light began to pulse. "I'm so gonna lose my job after this..." Saya lamented. Who wanted a mechanic who couldn't even fix her own ship?

Sorr Kortu