Tarrir Karlo
New Member
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away......
The space around bespin was well known for being full of smugglers, rebels and mining craft for years, so it was no surprise when a very old looking YT 2400 dropped out of hyperspace. Dark grey with a strange blue tint, the ship was covered in scars both old and new. In one part of the ship a bulkhead had cracked, with shoddy repairs and the force being the only thing holding it all together.
The cockpit , off to one side, had only a single occupant. Slim, dark haired and a little worse for wear, Pash Odir sat lazily at the control panel. Jet black boots resting gently on a side panel conveyed an apathy to the condition of the ship, though the carbine hanging behind him spoke of a slightly protective attitude.
He glances at the display
"been a while Lando, hope you still work here"
The space around bespin was well known for being full of smugglers, rebels and mining craft for years, so it was no surprise when a very old looking YT 2400 dropped out of hyperspace. Dark grey with a strange blue tint, the ship was covered in scars both old and new. In one part of the ship a bulkhead had cracked, with shoddy repairs and the force being the only thing holding it all together.
The cockpit , off to one side, had only a single occupant. Slim, dark haired and a little worse for wear, Pash Odir sat lazily at the control panel. Jet black boots resting gently on a side panel conveyed an apathy to the condition of the ship, though the carbine hanging behind him spoke of a slightly protective attitude.
He glances at the display
"been a while Lando, hope you still work here"