There's a brand new dance
Toshara.
Sure, she could do it. There were times where the Firefist native didn’t want to deal with another low moisture planet, but the jobs she had taken? Well, they were designed to help with re-wilding certain worlds. From desert worlds by creating oasises with the Ithorians, to worlds like Belazura which needed the re-wilding due to corporate greed. She wasn’t a shadowrunner, but she was very partial to those. What she was, well, she didn’t know.
Some called her a solarpunk. Someone who wanted to help the worlds become what they once were. There were some planets that just were too far gone, Corellia, Coruscant, but that was fine, people needed a place to live. And even they could come back from any heavy pollutants. Seeing the Spacer’s Guild move to Toshara and work close with the Naboo gave her an odd feeling of home.
Born on a world that lived in harmony with its environment. Most of its goods came from other places, asteroid mining, harvesting from dead moons. But not from the living fruited planet. It made it almost feel like she could be living among the Naboo, and maybe find her way into their courts, if they were set up that way.
But today? Not today. Today she was in a dirty tanktop with her coveralls tied up around her waist and working on her new acquisition. A Skipray Blastboat she had named Manta. It was serving as her new go-anywhere and racing vessel. Kitted out with a lack of missiles to add for fuel, and lasers dropped to enhance her engines, the ship had recently received a navy-and-yellow paint scheme, to match the other of her new acquisitions, which was currently sitting outside Freeport on Naboo.
The ship she had here was much more her personal yacht. And currently it was screaming at her due to the upgrades. The ship’s computer still hadn’t been updated from a military operating system.
“Listen, listen. I hear you, okay? But just let me plug you in…” She was accessing the ship’s internal droid computer, and was working on plugging her astromech Mack into the ship. He had her racing protocols, and the tricks from her fighter. Mack was fighting with the ship trying to hack it open, but at the same time, red lights, alarms, and the fire suppression system were going off.
Why did she take a military surplus ship?
Sure, she could do it. There were times where the Firefist native didn’t want to deal with another low moisture planet, but the jobs she had taken? Well, they were designed to help with re-wilding certain worlds. From desert worlds by creating oasises with the Ithorians, to worlds like Belazura which needed the re-wilding due to corporate greed. She wasn’t a shadowrunner, but she was very partial to those. What she was, well, she didn’t know.
Some called her a solarpunk. Someone who wanted to help the worlds become what they once were. There were some planets that just were too far gone, Corellia, Coruscant, but that was fine, people needed a place to live. And even they could come back from any heavy pollutants. Seeing the Spacer’s Guild move to Toshara and work close with the Naboo gave her an odd feeling of home.
Born on a world that lived in harmony with its environment. Most of its goods came from other places, asteroid mining, harvesting from dead moons. But not from the living fruited planet. It made it almost feel like she could be living among the Naboo, and maybe find her way into their courts, if they were set up that way.
But today? Not today. Today she was in a dirty tanktop with her coveralls tied up around her waist and working on her new acquisition. A Skipray Blastboat she had named Manta. It was serving as her new go-anywhere and racing vessel. Kitted out with a lack of missiles to add for fuel, and lasers dropped to enhance her engines, the ship had recently received a navy-and-yellow paint scheme, to match the other of her new acquisitions, which was currently sitting outside Freeport on Naboo.
The ship she had here was much more her personal yacht. And currently it was screaming at her due to the upgrades. The ship’s computer still hadn’t been updated from a military operating system.
“Listen, listen. I hear you, okay? But just let me plug you in…” She was accessing the ship’s internal droid computer, and was working on plugging her astromech Mack into the ship. He had her racing protocols, and the tricks from her fighter. Mack was fighting with the ship trying to hack it open, but at the same time, red lights, alarms, and the fire suppression system were going off.
Why did she take a military surplus ship?