Atiniir Starrider
Mando'ad Draar Digu
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When the rental shuttle slid out of hyperspace in the Dagobah system, the first thing Atiniir Starrider did was throw his stun baton across the shuttle.
"Blast that two-timing back-stabbing sand snake!" Atiniir said as he pounded a fist into the control panel, "I wanted to go to Nar Shaddaa! This ain't Nar Shaddaa!" Atiniir then let loose with a stream of curses, all directed at a fast-talking rental shuttle salesman on Utapau. The man had told him that the ship was a little temperamental, but he hadn't mentioned that the navicomputer mixed up the coordinates eighty percent of the time.
"He's lucky the coordinates didn't take me right into a star," Atiniir said as he sat back in the pilot's chair, "Otherwise I would have come back from the dead and strangled his weaselly neck!" Atiniir fumed for a few more minutes, then gazed out at the planet below.
"Well, it ain't no Nar Shaddaa," he said, "But I guess its as good a place as any to repair the ship without worrying about it crashing, or a meteor, or something like that." In order to repair the navicomputer safely, Atiniir would have to almost completely power down the ship. A dumb design to be sure, but it was all he had. With deft hands and a steely gaze, Atiniir directed the ship to land on the planet below. He put the ship down in a small clearing and powered it down. Before going to work on the navicomputer, he spent a few seconds observing the planet around him.
"Man, this place gives me the willies," he said, "The sooner I'm off this rock and back on Nar Shaddaa, the better."
When the rental shuttle slid out of hyperspace in the Dagobah system, the first thing Atiniir Starrider did was throw his stun baton across the shuttle.
"Blast that two-timing back-stabbing sand snake!" Atiniir said as he pounded a fist into the control panel, "I wanted to go to Nar Shaddaa! This ain't Nar Shaddaa!" Atiniir then let loose with a stream of curses, all directed at a fast-talking rental shuttle salesman on Utapau. The man had told him that the ship was a little temperamental, but he hadn't mentioned that the navicomputer mixed up the coordinates eighty percent of the time.
"He's lucky the coordinates didn't take me right into a star," Atiniir said as he sat back in the pilot's chair, "Otherwise I would have come back from the dead and strangled his weaselly neck!" Atiniir fumed for a few more minutes, then gazed out at the planet below.
"Well, it ain't no Nar Shaddaa," he said, "But I guess its as good a place as any to repair the ship without worrying about it crashing, or a meteor, or something like that." In order to repair the navicomputer safely, Atiniir would have to almost completely power down the ship. A dumb design to be sure, but it was all he had. With deft hands and a steely gaze, Atiniir directed the ship to land on the planet below. He put the ship down in a small clearing and powered it down. Before going to work on the navicomputer, he spent a few seconds observing the planet around him.
"Man, this place gives me the willies," he said, "The sooner I'm off this rock and back on Nar Shaddaa, the better."