Scrap Rat Black Friday [Relax, No Fighting]

[Beowoof]

Anywhere off the major streets of Coronet City were quiet on this day as everyone was either chilling or getting a little too invested in the traditional Corellian festivities. Taci had no clue what was going on, though. She was far from a native and mostly kept out of the way of the more boisterous crowds, usually in quiet little streets lines with family shops or urine-soaked trash bins, or scrounging around in a scrapyard. The factory district was the most profitable places to hang around. Some of the most interesting trinkets were tossed in the corporate dump zones before they were shipped off to some forsaken wilderness.

Today, the cops were more more focused around the main streets and huge consumer areas to keep any extremely unruly types from shedding an extra few gallons of blood. People were stupid. And maybe Tacitanya had no right to judge, but she certainly was one to exercise prudence on these matters. It was a wonderful time for her, being able to collect all sorts of 'trash' unhindered. One was only truly limited by what they could carry.

Maybe filching a holoprojector was a bit borderline thievery--or it was thievery, actually. Of course, she knew the people who had 'donated' it to her were going to scrap it anyway. Better to ask forgiveness than ask permission, in these cases. Anyway, she had already scored one of those and left it at her sort of base of operations. Now she was on her way to CEC's playground, where she would likely spend the rest of the evening stirring through the mounds of not-so-useless junk and hopefully acquire the final pieces to something unfortunate but undeniably needed--a blaster.

Scooting down Skimper Street and practically diving across the hectic Hyper Drive, the tyrian twi'lek made haste towards the corporate dump sites, wondering just how she was going to assemble this wicked tool.

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Tacitanya"]
Noah sighed as he rummaged through the multiple scrap heaps of the CEC junkyard. He had overheard a employee talk about how he had mistakenly thrown away a perfectly working DC-15S blaster carbine, something that if Noah got into the right hands of a collector, it would be worth a lot of credits. So here Noah was, a Colonel in the Omega Pyre, the second in command of it and he was sorting through trash in his fatigues.

 

[Beowoof]

Well, this was unexpected. She had never had to compete with anyone else before in this pile of junk. She almost felt distraught over the thought of having to share. Who did he think he was--and he was military, too. Aren't you guys supposed to have clean standards? Gee, when can a girl have a junkyard all to herself? What was the galaxy coming to these days?

Stealthily, the tyrian twi'lek swiftly crawled underneath the fence--the one she had sort of made a few unsolicited modifications to. Like a half-meter-wide hole that was hidden behind the big pile of stuff that just never seemed to be completely removed when the scrap was hauled off. No one should be able to find her here. All she needed to do was wait this guy out, and it would be a field day for her.

Clink.

Uh-oh...

[member="Noah Corek"]