The Rise of The Phantom

[Listeri Dalane]

Listeri Dalane jogged through the corridors of the Shadowport, as he turned down various hallways and crossed multiple intersections. The smuggler was going to the hangar, where the mechanic [member=Eric-1224] was waiting. He was giving Listeri's ship, the Wild Phantom, a serious upgrade in exchange for a favor. Listeri thought this was a fair deal, and he had heard of the guy's work on other projects, so he knew his ship was in good hands. The pilot entered the hangar, and called out to the room. " Hey! Anybody there?"

[member=Colap Ticon]

[member=IX-81]

[member=Hersh Kessler]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Listeri Dalane"]

Colap turned in his seat to see Listeri and let a puff of smoke waft across the hangar. The pieces of his westar-35 were laying neatly arranged at the workbench. Beside them on the rack his gleaming gray armor suit.

"Oy Whats happening skipper?"

Colap was quite drunk at this time. Half a bottle of Mrykr fire waters could do that to a man. Even a Correllian born man.

"Hey did I evr assss you bout gett'n somemore booze up in 'ere?" He asked stupidly. A devilish grin split his face as he wiped his hands clean on his black and tan coveralls.

"Mechanic guys somewhere. Prob''ly got swallowed up by that engine compartment. Thing's a right mess' n all that."

 

[Listeri Dalane]

Listeri grinned, as he saw the drunken and stumbling form of [member=Colap Ticon] "Uh, heh'...You did ask me, like, 20 times!" He looked around the hangar, and didn't see the mechanic. "Huh. Maybe it is a bit o' mess. Mind if I bum a smoke?" The smuggler asked his inebriated friend. Listeri squinted, and tried covering his eyes, as light reflected off of Colap's armor and right into his eyes. He mumbled various curses under his breath, as he turned around and began blinking.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Listeri Dalane"]

"Aye no problem Skip."

Colap dug around his pockets for a minute before producing a package of cigars. The paper box was half crushed but he fished one out and tossed it to Listeri. Along with it a lighter.

It had been a few months since Colap had parked his own vessel securely back at home and signed on for this crew, but so far things were looking up. Upon coming aboard he had inspected the medical supplies, the weapons lockers and the kitchen. Each had been reorganized in short time and he had even integrated his own salvaging gear in the arms room.

"So when we getting the frak outta here Skip. Oh and before I forget, Med bay and the mergency kit are all set. I'll be doubling down as Medic and Soldier this trip I guess. Here also be a list of *Hiccup* all the weapons and ammo counts int eh arms room."

Colap handed the list over to the Listeri.

"Hope you enjoy the smokes Skip. Their endor leaf, crazy jawas...or maybe it was ewoks? Who knows."

 

[Listeri Dalane]

Now, before he had came into the hangar, he was drinking at the Shadowport's cantina with some of the other crews and members of the alliance, so the alcohol was starting to kick in. " No, no...It was the Ug-Ugly, the ugs'...Ah', hold on a sec..." He stopped and lit up a cigar, and took a long drag, managing to blow out a rough ring of smoke." Uh, it was the uggies', the...The Ughnauts! " The smuggler exclaimed. He took the list, and quickly scanned it over, missing some key things that would've been important. "Uh, yeah thanks!"

[member=Colap Ticon]

 

[RC 212]

"Ha ha dirty ugthingys. Always hated em, lookin' like gnomes and shiz."

Colap turned back to his workbench and began snapping the pieces of the Westar back together, smoke billowing like a chimney.

"Just come grab me when the Mechanic digs 'is way outta that lot skipp. I got a good eye for mechanical things, and some salvaged parts."