What are you doing to my ship!

[RC 212]

Somewhere Along the Hydian Way
Random Space Station

The sounds of a plasma torch echoed throughout the hangar bay. Beside him on the crate was a few parts he'd already cut right off the ol bucket. The hangar itself was rather large, and Monty had parked The Rocket Booster, his antique Washburn Class wayyyyy in the back.

He hummed a little tune and puffed on his cigar as he cut out another inertial compensator from the white Vessel and then tossed it onto his pile. Then he slammed a slug of his beer and burped loudly. He set it down and looked up just in time to see the disgruntled owner rounding the corner.

Mouth agape.

"Well feth. Wasn't expecting that guy back so early."

"Hey you! Yea."

Monty cut the torch and scooped the parts quick as a rabit up into his bag.

Then his mechanical legs buzzed to life, pushing the four foot dwarf up onto his mechanical feet.

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"What the hell are you doing to my ship! Guards! Seize him!"​

 

[Ay Ge]

"Space stations, noun, a large artificial satellite used as a long-term base for manned operations in space..... Hydian Way, proper noun, a major hyperspace route in the galaxy passing though the core worlds, predominantly believed to span from Amuud and Imynusoph". Ay started bluntly without any hint emotion in her words while staring at a holo image of the galaxy and her current location. The oh so familiar sound of said holo deactivating as the obviously armed and odd-looking woman stood in the quite hallways.

"Commenting following task, time limit, one hour, mission objective... *growl*.... find food", Turning on point like a robot Ay started to make her way down the space station corridors. It had been but a week since she escaped the out of the way laboratory that severed as her home, and prison, her only real goal now assigned by herself was that of survival, do what must be done to see the next day, never staying in one place more than a day, one location no more than a hour.

It may have been just habit, but Ay did not know anything else, her movements, thinking patterns, action and 'methods' of survival being integrated in her mind as much as a droids programing. The only problem with her plan was, who would she pay for it? Though never thinking twice about breaking the law, she followed a stick pattern of achieving her goals, first through legal means, then through illegal,

"What the hell are you doing to my ship! Guards! Seize him!"

"Observation, violation of space station law, possibility of bounty, beginning investigation into matter", as quickly as Ay had been headed to the food court she was walking back the other way towards the hanger bay, her enhanced senses zeroing in on the location of said outburst.

[member="Monty"]