Unexpected Salvage

[Varashaal]

In the distance a Starcrawler trolled through wreckages of a cluster of starships, it's suction tubes expertly picking up salvageable pieces. Whether it be droids, ships, or whatever piqued the pilot's intrest. In the cockpit stood a man who looked about twenty, a bright smile across his face. In the pilot seat, a droid, a BX comando droid.

Varashaal smiled brightly as he gazed out the viewport of his Starcrawler: [I/]Salvaged Hope[/I]. It had always been his dream to be able to explore the Galaxy, find rare salvage, and meet new people.

The man ran his hands through his hair. "Five-Eight, make sure the droids are processing the salvage right, I want all the non-essential salvage melted down and formed into ingots. Essential salvage, i.e mostly intact starfighters, droids, and other good tech. Move it to the cargo bay." Varashaal said.

Five-Eight nodded as it issued commands to the droids working in the lower levels of the ship.

Varashaal left the cockpit and made his way to his quarters. Upon entering, a assassin droid without an arm or a head stood. Varashaal pulled out his datapad and began vigorously typing.

On the lower decks of Salvaged Hope.

Mechanical arms sifted through conveyor belt sushi full of scrap and salvage. Expertly separating large pieces of salvage. To be melted or moved to the cargo bay.

Back in Var's Quarters, he stood welding the assassin droid's arm to it's torso. He was just about to start on the droid's head when his earpiece started to buzz with communication.

"Vara a lot of good salvage. You should go check it out soon." Five-Eight said in a monotone voice.

Varashaal smirked as he took a lift down to the cargo bay, soon he stood at the entrance of a large cargobay, within it sat piles of droid parts, broken ships and so forth. Var let out a yell. "Yeeeheee!" As he jumped around.

"Varashaal, perhaps we should sift through all this-" Varashaal cut the Droid off.

"There'll be time for that later, for now we keep collecting, plenty of room." Var said as he pulled up his datapad.

"Five-Eight we should sell these-" Var stopped mid sentence as a blip appeared on his datapad's screen.

"What's that?" Var said.

"Scanned lifeform." Five-Eight said.

Var rushed to it's location. He began moving scrap off a pile. Soon a small Starfighter was visable, and inside sat a man with blue hair. Instantly Var rushed to break open the cockpit's viewport. As soon as the viewport was smashed he pulled the man out.

"Hell, Five-Eight get a medical droid to the spare quarters. We have an unconscious humanoid." Var said as he rushed to the lift.

Soon he arrived at the spare quarters, a large room with various medical machines, a rusty medical droid stood near the bed. Var laid the man on the bed and looked to the droid.

"Stabilize him, help him to the best of your abilities." Var said with a panicked look on his face.

The medical droid nodded then began running tests, administering various drugs and shots.

Soon it was finished. "He is stable. It looks like he fell unconscious and was losing oxegen, no telling how long he was out there. But we did find him just in time." The medical droid said as it left.

"Thank you, please keep checking on him for the next few hours, inform me if he wakes." Var said as he exited the room.

[member="Lance Claw"]

 

[Lance Claw]

Location: Space Near Teth​

Reason: Unknown​

Nearby: [member="Varashaal"]​

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Lance would begin stirring while the medical droid was doing its work. He was stable within an hour but it took a good two more hours for him to wake. Immediately he looked around at everything as soon as he did his blue hair, now visibly white again as he hadn't been concentration on it much in the past few hours. He saw the rusty old medical droid and after examining the rest of the room he knew he was in some kind of scavengers ship. One who had obviously decided to save him for some reason.

He sat up checking his necklace was still on him and the same with his dagger. He was in a flight suit and was on a private mission having decided not to bring the rest of his normal gear with him but he didn't normally fly meaning that something had happened before he had decided to clearly do some flying. After thinking for a long while he suddenly remembered a battle with a bunch of pirates who had taken the group by surprise as they were smaller than the normal patrol fleet. The ship his was on had been hit during the battle and they only had fighters left as the rest of the crew was taken away on drop ships or the like before it started breaking apart.

He remembered beating the pirates and then jumping into a fighter to escape the crashing craft when it had been hit and he was knocked unconscious beyond that he assumed the group would continue on with their prior assigned task with no choice but to leave him behind to be either found later or declared dead. He didn't blame them their mission had left no room to check battlefields after everything. So now he had to find out who this scavenger was and why they had saved him.