Walak Tu
Character
I will be spending most of this thread salvaging a ship in the outskirts of the dressel system without much »plot«. If you want to partake feel free to pm me and we’ll see if we can make it a story.
Previously
»Jubb Traks salvage, Jubb speaking.«
»It’s Walak. I’m calling it in. What do you have got?«
»Whoa easy. I don’t have much stock around. Also: why now?«
»Pawned something in the hopes of never seeing it again. Now I need to find it.«
»Interresting. Care to elaborate ...?«
He drew out every word in anticipation of what might follow.
»No. You got something or not?«
»You need something for a little scavenger hunt then, right? I might have a ship. She’s gone derelict at the edge of the Dressel system and I won the bid on the salvage rights. But if you want her, you need to come with and help me on the salvage. And I need to see some money.«
»I can do that. When?«
»Whenever you want.«
»I’ll be there in a few hours.«
The kaminoan started stuffing clothes into a backpack, cleaned out the fridge. On the way out he pulled a spacebag from the closet. It was covered in dust.
»I haven’t had you out since getting that license.«,
me mumbled while shoving canned food and a toolbox into the bag. Throwing it over his shoulder he locked the door and got into the shuttle. As the door closed it muffeled the sound of the kaminoan rain. The shuttle took off around 11:30 and arrived at Jubbs in the early afternoon. Walak exited the craft and walked over to the small office tower overseeing the mountains of scrap that filled the jard, covered in large protective tarpaulins to keep them from rusting away in the rain. Behind the tower sat a GR-75 with the ground crew buzzing around. Walak climbed the exterior stair and nocked at the door.
»Come in.«
On the inside a besalisk in a boiler suit awaited him. Walak made his way between stacks of paper lying around on the floor to the chair in front of the desk. Some of the stacks had besalisk sized, muddy footprints on them, he noticed.
»So, the Tu comes to collect on that debt. But that ship is worth more than my debt. I need to see some money or I’m flying without you ....«
Walak sat down and leaned back.
»And a good day to you to. You know I don’t have to much change weighing me down. I can offer the shuttle. Trade it in.«
»You’re sure about that? What will you fly when you return?«
»I won’t be a cabby if I return.«
He dangled the keys. Jubb grabbed them while typing with his lower pair of arms.
»Anything in the trunk you want put on the Dexter?«,
he asked, pointing at the ship behind him.
»Two bags on the backseats.«
Jubb pulled his handcom up to his face and started giving orders:
»Kell? I have a friend over by the name of Walak. I need you to fetch him from my office and fit him with a suit and anything he might need on a job. There’s also a shuttle in the jard. Take his bags out and put them on the Dexter. Have a bunk for Walak prepared and put the shuttle in storage. Got all that? ... Good. And try and get the Dexter ready to fly by 1800, will you?«
Previously
Kamino
At 11:00 the next morning Walak called up an acquaintance who still owed him a ship:»Jubb Traks salvage, Jubb speaking.«
»It’s Walak. I’m calling it in. What do you have got?«
»Whoa easy. I don’t have much stock around. Also: why now?«
»Pawned something in the hopes of never seeing it again. Now I need to find it.«
»Interresting. Care to elaborate ...?«
He drew out every word in anticipation of what might follow.
»No. You got something or not?«
»You need something for a little scavenger hunt then, right? I might have a ship. She’s gone derelict at the edge of the Dressel system and I won the bid on the salvage rights. But if you want her, you need to come with and help me on the salvage. And I need to see some money.«
»I can do that. When?«
»Whenever you want.«
»I’ll be there in a few hours.«
The kaminoan started stuffing clothes into a backpack, cleaned out the fridge. On the way out he pulled a spacebag from the closet. It was covered in dust.
»I haven’t had you out since getting that license.«,
me mumbled while shoving canned food and a toolbox into the bag. Throwing it over his shoulder he locked the door and got into the shuttle. As the door closed it muffeled the sound of the kaminoan rain. The shuttle took off around 11:30 and arrived at Jubbs in the early afternoon. Walak exited the craft and walked over to the small office tower overseeing the mountains of scrap that filled the jard, covered in large protective tarpaulins to keep them from rusting away in the rain. Behind the tower sat a GR-75 with the ground crew buzzing around. Walak climbed the exterior stair and nocked at the door.
»Come in.«
On the inside a besalisk in a boiler suit awaited him. Walak made his way between stacks of paper lying around on the floor to the chair in front of the desk. Some of the stacks had besalisk sized, muddy footprints on them, he noticed.
»So, the Tu comes to collect on that debt. But that ship is worth more than my debt. I need to see some money or I’m flying without you ....«
Walak sat down and leaned back.
»And a good day to you to. You know I don’t have to much change weighing me down. I can offer the shuttle. Trade it in.«
»You’re sure about that? What will you fly when you return?«
»I won’t be a cabby if I return.«
He dangled the keys. Jubb grabbed them while typing with his lower pair of arms.
»Anything in the trunk you want put on the Dexter?«,
he asked, pointing at the ship behind him.
»Two bags on the backseats.«
Jubb pulled his handcom up to his face and started giving orders:
»Kell? I have a friend over by the name of Walak. I need you to fetch him from my office and fit him with a suit and anything he might need on a job. There’s also a shuttle in the jard. Take his bags out and put them on the Dexter. Have a bunk for Walak prepared and put the shuttle in storage. Got all that? ... Good. And try and get the Dexter ready to fly by 1800, will you?«