As Andromeda walked into the village on his homeworld, he looked at the scarred villagers, each with his own tale to tell of the pain and suffering that his homeworld was subjected to just before he left, by the sith.Without warning a thunderous noise came form the air as a old battered ship landed into the space dock. Andromeda drew his sabre, as it looked like the ships that landed during the sith invasion.
Andromeda ran upto the ship dock. There was a very low amount of Midiclorians, only enough for one person. As andromeda waited in the docking bay, the door of the old battered ship opened. A pilot walked out and went into a customs room. He was the ordinary space scum that you see at ports, wanting to get a drink or two before they fly out again.
Andromeda followed him into the customs room. He listened into the conversation.
"Yeah im here to do some repairs to my ship." The man stated.
"Name?" The attendent said. He'd obviously done this many times before and it had become repetative and dull to him.
"Reebo Maruka. Now where can i get my ship fixed?"
"What cargo are you carrying?"
"Just some supplys for Yavin 4"
"YAVIN 4" The attendant said in disbelief. "Thats on the other side of the galaxy!
"well this is a pitstop you see."
The attendent paused contemplating the mans request.
"ok. Put this slip in the machine in repair bay 3. You'll get a squad of repair droids to help you." The pilot walked away and andromeda, slowly followed him, and dodged past the attendent who had gone back to reading a data pad.
As the pilot put the card into the machine a squad of droids came out, some flying some walking and went to fix the damaged ship. Reebo walked past the hidden andromeda and then went towards his ship, chasing the repair droids that ran ahead.
Andromeda walked back, past the attendent who was still reading his pad. As the droids repaired the ship, Andromeda walked into the ship to look at his 'cargo'. In the main bay there was nothing. No a single crate or anything. Andromeda drew his sabre waiting for the pilot to enter. A voice echoed through the ship.
"It's alright now theres no one here." Suddenly a mass of people came out of the shadows of the cargo bay. Andromeda activated his sabre and faced his opponents.
"Who are you?" He said to a young man, with red hair?
[ 06-10-2002 04:19 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Lord_Andromeda ]