Shredd'r
Character
Chandler Station materialized out of the blackness of space as if it were a giant wraith creeping through a bedroom wall. It had no cloaking device, but its black paint and white lights served as excellent cosmic camouflage. It was nearly spherical, except for the coms and sensor cluster protruding from its bottom half. As the skipray blastboats which had been sent to pick up a selection of hired bounty hunters and mercenaries neared it, a large hangar door opened. In concert, the blastboats swung around and landed, side-by-side, with their rear hatches facing the main entry doors of the white lit hangar.
The hatches of the little ships opened, and the hired men were led out by armed guards. Their blindfolds were removed, and they were ushered into the bowels of the station. Those mercenaries that bothered to look around might have been awed by the relics that sat in recessed boxes- light in bright white light which contrasted with the obsidian black of the hallway. The chitin of a verpine queen, a pair of ancient lightsabers, a peculiar vibroblade, a kaminoan birthing pod and much more. Fifty yards down the hall, another set of doors opened. The room on the other side of the door was broad. A single black desk stood in the exact center of the room, shaped like a blade.Behind the desk was a skeletal figure in a white suit. His thing grey hair barely masked the wrinkled skin of his scalp. The mercenaries were lined up opposite the desk from the ancient man. There was nothing on the desk, save for a single small piece of metal; an iron heart.
"Thank you for accepting my summons." The ancient man croaked. "I have a mission for you, and a great deal of compensation. You are fetching an artifact from a place rife with natural peril. If you desire further detail, you must sign your agreement to take part."
The man took a notepad from his front pocket, along with a pencil, and placed it on the desk. He shot daring looks at each of his guests in turn, his grey eyes speaking of an old fire that could be rekindled if he was slighted.
An old clone trooper- turned jedi killer- turned storm trooper stepped forward. His imperial suit of armor was stained and scratched. He was out of time in more ways than one, and had lived his life not asking questions. He signed the paper without hesitation.
The hatches of the little ships opened, and the hired men were led out by armed guards. Their blindfolds were removed, and they were ushered into the bowels of the station. Those mercenaries that bothered to look around might have been awed by the relics that sat in recessed boxes- light in bright white light which contrasted with the obsidian black of the hallway. The chitin of a verpine queen, a pair of ancient lightsabers, a peculiar vibroblade, a kaminoan birthing pod and much more. Fifty yards down the hall, another set of doors opened. The room on the other side of the door was broad. A single black desk stood in the exact center of the room, shaped like a blade.Behind the desk was a skeletal figure in a white suit. His thing grey hair barely masked the wrinkled skin of his scalp. The mercenaries were lined up opposite the desk from the ancient man. There was nothing on the desk, save for a single small piece of metal; an iron heart.
"Thank you for accepting my summons." The ancient man croaked. "I have a mission for you, and a great deal of compensation. You are fetching an artifact from a place rife with natural peril. If you desire further detail, you must sign your agreement to take part."
The man took a notepad from his front pocket, along with a pencil, and placed it on the desk. He shot daring looks at each of his guests in turn, his grey eyes speaking of an old fire that could be rekindled if he was slighted.
An old clone trooper- turned jedi killer- turned storm trooper stepped forward. His imperial suit of armor was stained and scratched. He was out of time in more ways than one, and had lived his life not asking questions. He signed the paper without hesitation.