Post by Darth Kairos on Jan 16, 2016 5:12:49 GMT
Tund
31 years after the Battle of Yavin
Wiping the sweat off of his forehead with a dirty rag, Corvus Dalatash picked up a chunky hydrospanner and plunged his hands into the belly of the speeder.
First, he reconnected the secondary exhaust manifold, bypassing the (dead) primary diagnostic computer to route it directly into repulsorlift stabilizer. From there it was a simple matter to reconnect the electronics and re-route the power feed from the worthless blaster-alternator coupling to feed a few extra kph into the main thrust. Hauling himself out of the speeder's belly, Corvus wiped the grease stains off of the bodywork and replaced the access panel, then thumped the ignition. With a cough, the speeder sputtered and rose off of the ground, hovering unsteadily for a moment before another stabilizer remembered to work. Satisfied, Corvus switched it off and glanced at the time.
Nearly midnight, he thought, sighing. He brushed his greying hair out of his face, and remarked on how much faster he had once been - how much faster he and his one-time student had been together. Shaking off the melancholy, he flicked off the single bulb hanging above the speeder and left the shop to wash up, double-checking the security as he did so.
At the same moment, his student was climbing a familiar path. The brambles on the road had been beaten down by repulsorwash over the years, the rocky sand rubbed smooth and wide, leading up. The student could have traced the path in a storm, blind-folded, and he came to the top easily. Before him was a familiar site - a machine shop, rusted vehicles sitting outside, with a closed central garage that could hold several small starships. Before meeting his wife, the shop had been his life.
After nine long years, Karai Narat was finally home.
31 years after the Battle of Yavin
Wiping the sweat off of his forehead with a dirty rag, Corvus Dalatash picked up a chunky hydrospanner and plunged his hands into the belly of the speeder.
First, he reconnected the secondary exhaust manifold, bypassing the (dead) primary diagnostic computer to route it directly into repulsorlift stabilizer. From there it was a simple matter to reconnect the electronics and re-route the power feed from the worthless blaster-alternator coupling to feed a few extra kph into the main thrust. Hauling himself out of the speeder's belly, Corvus wiped the grease stains off of the bodywork and replaced the access panel, then thumped the ignition. With a cough, the speeder sputtered and rose off of the ground, hovering unsteadily for a moment before another stabilizer remembered to work. Satisfied, Corvus switched it off and glanced at the time.
Nearly midnight, he thought, sighing. He brushed his greying hair out of his face, and remarked on how much faster he had once been - how much faster he and his one-time student had been together. Shaking off the melancholy, he flicked off the single bulb hanging above the speeder and left the shop to wash up, double-checking the security as he did so.
At the same moment, his student was climbing a familiar path. The brambles on the road had been beaten down by repulsorwash over the years, the rocky sand rubbed smooth and wide, leading up. The student could have traced the path in a storm, blind-folded, and he came to the top easily. Before him was a familiar site - a machine shop, rusted vehicles sitting outside, with a closed central garage that could hold several small starships. Before meeting his wife, the shop had been his life.
After nine long years, Karai Narat was finally home.