10-25-2003, 08:27 PM
A narrow furrow in the blackened durasteel gives mute testament to the quality and durability of the workmanship of Rebel Station. Too bad the same could not be said of the fighter found at the end of the same charred line. Melted plastic pieces and chucks of the fighter scattered along the strip of the landing pad was all the evidence needed to point to one thing, that this was no 3-point landing. The remains of the crashed fighter sitting askew was testament to the pilots inability to land, or even fly for that matter.
As we look closer, we can see tracks leading into the bowels of Rebel Station of a lone pilot staggering as though severely injured. Coming upon an open panel the figure decides to rest for a moment and leans on some exposed wiring from an open conduit promptly shorting out half the station
Meanwhile recently released from their furry prison and walking towards the door of the wind tunnel…
“Man I’ll never get rid of all this fur†complains Tanker.
“Not to mention the greasy Wookie smell either†Simon puts in.
“So I guess it’s back to my plan of a new coat of paint or maybe just a splash of colour we can make the fighter look even more deadly†explains Tanker, “without the cost of actually upgrading the weapons or shields.â€
“Yeah but what about…CRACK!! What was that?†Asks Simon.
As Tanker opens and steps over the fallen pilot lying outside “Oh hey there Wraith, remember to watch out for those pipes that we have installed for the indoor plumbing.â€
“Ahh thanks Tanker I’ll try and rememberâ€, answers Wraith trying to remain conscious.
Shaking their heads and trying not to laugh Tanker and Simon head deeper under the flickering station lights, still arguing over the merits of a new paint job versus actual parts and the best way to get rid of unwanted Wookie hair.
“It’s good to be back hom...†mumbles Wraith before passing out unconscious under a blanket of warm Wookie hair floating down from all the stations vents…
TBC
As we look closer, we can see tracks leading into the bowels of Rebel Station of a lone pilot staggering as though severely injured. Coming upon an open panel the figure decides to rest for a moment and leans on some exposed wiring from an open conduit promptly shorting out half the station
Meanwhile recently released from their furry prison and walking towards the door of the wind tunnel…
“Man I’ll never get rid of all this fur†complains Tanker.
“Not to mention the greasy Wookie smell either†Simon puts in.
“So I guess it’s back to my plan of a new coat of paint or maybe just a splash of colour we can make the fighter look even more deadly†explains Tanker, “without the cost of actually upgrading the weapons or shields.â€
“Yeah but what about…CRACK!! What was that?†Asks Simon.
As Tanker opens and steps over the fallen pilot lying outside “Oh hey there Wraith, remember to watch out for those pipes that we have installed for the indoor plumbing.â€
“Ahh thanks Tanker I’ll try and rememberâ€, answers Wraith trying to remain conscious.
Shaking their heads and trying not to laugh Tanker and Simon head deeper under the flickering station lights, still arguing over the merits of a new paint job versus actual parts and the best way to get rid of unwanted Wookie hair.
“It’s good to be back hom...†mumbles Wraith before passing out unconscious under a blanket of warm Wookie hair floating down from all the stations vents…
TBC
Whoever read this; if any remain to read it, weep for us who have no more tears. Pray for us who are damned alive.