Balun Dashiell
Dashiell Retrofit™
The Exchange Hypergate Station.
John Locke
of Locke & Key Mechanics.
Balun's Tri-Wing S-91x Pegasus Starfighter burst from hyperspace, streaking back into realspace with a sudden lurch. Stars snapped into clarity around him, the vast emptiness of space now punctuated by the distant glow of a station looming ahead. These coordinates had been provided by John Locke, a man Balun had yet to meet in person. But business demanded initiative, and if Dashiell Retrofit™ was to expand, forging ties with Locke & Key Mechanics—a company whose products Balun had often purchased and admired—was a logical step. Their brief exchanges over the HoloNet suggested that Locke had ideas of his own, and that intrigued Balun even more.
A sharp whistle came from behind as Chip, his astromech, beeped an inquiry through the fighter's speakers.
"Yeah, I see it, buddy," Balun murmured, adjusting his flight path.
The space station in the distance was a marvel of engineering. At a glance, it almost resembled a small moon, but from this angle, Balun could see a gaping hole in its center, a void carved into its otherwise sleek structure. It was no behemoth by galactic standards, but the design was polished, expensive—no doubt a costly endeavor for Locke & Key Mechanics.
"It almost looks like a moon, huh?" Balun mused. He toggled the comms, transmitting their IFF tags to announce their arrival. "Sending our clearance codes now—they should be expecting us."
Chip let out another series of beeps, his tone carrying a note of apprehension.
"Nah, this isn't a Jedi meeting," Balun chuckled, picking up on the droid's concerns. "No need to expect trouble this time, little guy."
The spherical astromech had always been protective in its own way, and it had good reason—Balun's Force-sensitive past often landed him in more trouble than he cared to admit. But today, the only thing on his mind was business.
"The guy we're meeting is one of the most successful names in the tech industry. His company's known across the galaxy, and if we can get on good terms, I'm hoping we'll strike a deal that benefits us both."
As the Pegasus glided toward the station's yawning entrance, Balun couldn't shake the feeling that today's meeting might be a turning point for Dashiell Retrofit™—one way or another.
"This is Balun Dashiell to Exchange Station. Requesting permission to land".
John Locke
of Locke & Key Mechanics.Balun's Tri-Wing S-91x Pegasus Starfighter burst from hyperspace, streaking back into realspace with a sudden lurch. Stars snapped into clarity around him, the vast emptiness of space now punctuated by the distant glow of a station looming ahead. These coordinates had been provided by John Locke, a man Balun had yet to meet in person. But business demanded initiative, and if Dashiell Retrofit™ was to expand, forging ties with Locke & Key Mechanics—a company whose products Balun had often purchased and admired—was a logical step. Their brief exchanges over the HoloNet suggested that Locke had ideas of his own, and that intrigued Balun even more.
A sharp whistle came from behind as Chip, his astromech, beeped an inquiry through the fighter's speakers.
"Yeah, I see it, buddy," Balun murmured, adjusting his flight path.
The space station in the distance was a marvel of engineering. At a glance, it almost resembled a small moon, but from this angle, Balun could see a gaping hole in its center, a void carved into its otherwise sleek structure. It was no behemoth by galactic standards, but the design was polished, expensive—no doubt a costly endeavor for Locke & Key Mechanics.
"It almost looks like a moon, huh?" Balun mused. He toggled the comms, transmitting their IFF tags to announce their arrival. "Sending our clearance codes now—they should be expecting us."
Chip let out another series of beeps, his tone carrying a note of apprehension.
"Nah, this isn't a Jedi meeting," Balun chuckled, picking up on the droid's concerns. "No need to expect trouble this time, little guy."
The spherical astromech had always been protective in its own way, and it had good reason—Balun's Force-sensitive past often landed him in more trouble than he cared to admit. But today, the only thing on his mind was business.
"The guy we're meeting is one of the most successful names in the tech industry. His company's known across the galaxy, and if we can get on good terms, I'm hoping we'll strike a deal that benefits us both."
As the Pegasus glided toward the station's yawning entrance, Balun couldn't shake the feeling that today's meeting might be a turning point for Dashiell Retrofit™—one way or another.
"This is Balun Dashiell to Exchange Station. Requesting permission to land".