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Capt. OBVIOUS
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posted 06-26-2007 03:50 PM
(((OOC: Last time I posted I was in a cantina on Nar Shadda, so I'm taking it from there... Thanks!))) Stranded... Months had passed without much promise of gaining passage off this kriffing planet with the small amount of cred chips left between OOTEE and I. After Jebbua DaHutt crashed the Shimmering Scimitar, a ship that belonged to some Jedi named Dash Kelderon, OOTEE and I hopped on board a ship with some charismatic guy on a wild mission to god know where. OOTEE and I OBVIOUSLY made the wrong decision in coming here, as we were abandoned just moments after entering the cantina. Sleeping in the streets, like so many of the inebriated patrons of the many cantinas located in this residential area, OOTEE and I have grown very weary from constantly being on guard for any dangers that lurk in the dark allyways where we slept. OOTEE kept himself busy scavenging what he could from trash heaps and dumpsters. Always trying to create things out of junk that one was. But without proper tools, the little Jawa could not create anything of much use. The only thing useful he has made in the months past was a thermal heater. Which was very fortunate for us as the nights can be very chilly here. For some reason beyond my comprehension it never even occurred to me that we could stow away on a transport out of here. It was almost too OBVIOUS a solution. I made plans that very evening with OOTEE for gaining passage aboard a spacecraft with unknown origins and an unknown destination that had pulled into port just a few days ago... |