Samantha "Sam" Kamura
Character
Location: Jakku
"Carefully.." Sam said to herself. Prosthetic fingers gripped the edges of a worn and rusted fuse box. She stood on the tips of her toes on what little remained of the walkway. The safety harness that held her firmly in place was attached to some questionable, but only available, beams of steel. Behind and below her was nothing but meters of open space. Shafts of light filtered in through holes in the hull of the ship, casting light across the sand covered durasteel floor below.
This mighty cathedral of sand, steel and rust was once a Quasar fire-class cruiser-carrier. A once proud vessel that served the feared Galactic Empire hundreds of years before. A vessel that gave its last in the skies of Jakku before succumbing to its wounds and crashing into the sands below. The carrier came to rest amongst the dunes, listing on its side. Now it lays forgotten and nameless like the sea of sand that has tried countless times to swallow it whole. A once proud ship that was now home to beasts of all manner, from small rodents all the way to teens with too many cybernetics who dared to scavenge parts from it.
A loud pop rang out across the hangar as the panel came loose. Sam almost lost her footing as the piece of steel suddenly broke free. The panel slipped from her fingers and fell to the hangar floor below with a loud bang. Another piece of steel to join the broken shells of Tie-fighters and bombers. Regaining her footing, Sam began to pull fuses from the box. The best part about coming to the Jedi enclave on this planet, was the near endless supply of wrecked ships she explore and salvage from.
Romi Jade
"Carefully.." Sam said to herself. Prosthetic fingers gripped the edges of a worn and rusted fuse box. She stood on the tips of her toes on what little remained of the walkway. The safety harness that held her firmly in place was attached to some questionable, but only available, beams of steel. Behind and below her was nothing but meters of open space. Shafts of light filtered in through holes in the hull of the ship, casting light across the sand covered durasteel floor below.
This mighty cathedral of sand, steel and rust was once a Quasar fire-class cruiser-carrier. A once proud vessel that served the feared Galactic Empire hundreds of years before. A vessel that gave its last in the skies of Jakku before succumbing to its wounds and crashing into the sands below. The carrier came to rest amongst the dunes, listing on its side. Now it lays forgotten and nameless like the sea of sand that has tried countless times to swallow it whole. A once proud ship that was now home to beasts of all manner, from small rodents all the way to teens with too many cybernetics who dared to scavenge parts from it.
A loud pop rang out across the hangar as the panel came loose. Sam almost lost her footing as the piece of steel suddenly broke free. The panel slipped from her fingers and fell to the hangar floor below with a loud bang. Another piece of steel to join the broken shells of Tie-fighters and bombers. Regaining her footing, Sam began to pull fuses from the box. The best part about coming to the Jedi enclave on this planet, was the near endless supply of wrecked ships she explore and salvage from.
Romi Jade
