The Scrappy One
Corellia was a world known as the capital of ship building. A world where massive cruisers, and battle ship were put together for the wars. It was also a place where a lot of scrap was discarded, some older vessels were even stripped and repurposed for newer ones, and when a great vessel was to be decommisioned, they hired the Scrappers, lowly souls who with torch cutters and nimble bodies would help remove metal and parts. It was upon this scene, a great ship that rose in the sky line, its shape was trianglar, and the thrusters were massive enough to be able to fit many smaller starfighters inside. Hanging poised on the hault with harness was a figure with green skin, sweat dropping down her bosom and her attenae moving about slowly as her wielder googles fixed on a where her cutter was causing a molten trail, some other scrappers were around her helping break down this plating, which was worth more than gold in Corellia.
Rhonda was called by someone when she made the final cut, and a crane floating above let its four finger claw come down to grab it.
"Rhonda! We need you at Thruster One!"
She raising her googles eye pieces to her forehead, her lavender eyes turning to the Scrapper,
"Coming!"
She made her way there in her brown boots, holstering her cutter on her copper colored belt next to Stun Baton. She came to the threshold and looking down saw the tri-circles that use to be how this mighty vessel moved about the stars. Taking her line, she fed it through her little motor on her belt and began to walk, she then went over the edge and was now hanging as she made herself to the great thruster circle, inside was crawling scrappers in face plates, each torching at ends, trying to remove a major piece.
"We need you in the far left corner.. this thing has been busting our balls all day."
She gave a nod as she leapt, free falling with her line giving her slack and then she grabbed an end, and pulled herself up, there she put her goggles on a new and took her cutter, using it to remove a clamp, and some metal casing. After some others cut their there was a loud bang, and it shook, one of the workmen shouted,
"It's coming away! Get up! Use your lines! Dank Farrik!"
The great circular piece lunged out and caught two of the lines of scrappers, Rhonda hit her motor and it pulled her up fast, her boots kicking off the edge that nearly clipped her legs, clearing it, but the two work mean had theirs cut and fell with great metal circlet. There was a great crash, and then the loud sound of emergency vessels coming with sirens and strobbing lights of yellow. Rhonda hanging above looked down at great cloud of dust, below other workers had been crushed.. it was a tragedy. He chest heaved up and down as she pulled her goggles up and looking down with her lavander eyes, her attenae lowering as her sadness took over.
Her short moment of reflection on the whole thing was interrupted as the Foreman said on the top deck,
"Rhonda.. return to work. There is nothing to be done for them.. farriking mess."
She taking her torch made her way on the top haul and went back to the long and grulling work of stripping the metal plate. Her mind went to those who had fallen, that she could have easily been one of them...
Rhonda was called by someone when she made the final cut, and a crane floating above let its four finger claw come down to grab it.
"Rhonda! We need you at Thruster One!"
She raising her googles eye pieces to her forehead, her lavender eyes turning to the Scrapper,
"Coming!"
She made her way there in her brown boots, holstering her cutter on her copper colored belt next to Stun Baton. She came to the threshold and looking down saw the tri-circles that use to be how this mighty vessel moved about the stars. Taking her line, she fed it through her little motor on her belt and began to walk, she then went over the edge and was now hanging as she made herself to the great thruster circle, inside was crawling scrappers in face plates, each torching at ends, trying to remove a major piece.
"We need you in the far left corner.. this thing has been busting our balls all day."
She gave a nod as she leapt, free falling with her line giving her slack and then she grabbed an end, and pulled herself up, there she put her goggles on a new and took her cutter, using it to remove a clamp, and some metal casing. After some others cut their there was a loud bang, and it shook, one of the workmen shouted,
"It's coming away! Get up! Use your lines! Dank Farrik!"
The great circular piece lunged out and caught two of the lines of scrappers, Rhonda hit her motor and it pulled her up fast, her boots kicking off the edge that nearly clipped her legs, clearing it, but the two work mean had theirs cut and fell with great metal circlet. There was a great crash, and then the loud sound of emergency vessels coming with sirens and strobbing lights of yellow. Rhonda hanging above looked down at great cloud of dust, below other workers had been crushed.. it was a tragedy. He chest heaved up and down as she pulled her goggles up and looking down with her lavander eyes, her attenae lowering as her sadness took over.
Her short moment of reflection on the whole thing was interrupted as the Foreman said on the top deck,
"Rhonda.. return to work. There is nothing to be done for them.. farriking mess."
She taking her torch made her way on the top haul and went back to the long and grulling work of stripping the metal plate. Her mind went to those who had fallen, that she could have easily been one of them...