01-20-2004, 01:15 PM
D'orjahl stomped out of the store and made his way through the station towards Aslan's place. He had heard that there was a bar & grill on this station, (as many stations do) but having just been hired a couple of days ago, he knew little about the establishment or it's propriotor. He knew Aslan was the owner, and knew that the owner was also an admiral."I hate brass and inspections and all the other things that go with em.But who knows? Maby since he owns a bar he's not all bad. They sure made a stink about him in "Black Sabre".
Another thing that the tech had heard was the affinity for root beer on the station."I hope they have something a little stiffer THAT at the bar" he muttered to himself.
Upon reaching the turbo lift he noticed that he could smell the smoke permiating his coveralls, and looking down at his hands he realizaed he was still dirty not only from his ordeal with Goku, but from the work he was doing before the brash pilot had even entered the store.
"I outta go get cleaned up"he thought to himself.
And then speaking aloud,"Ah forget it, I need a drink."
The turbo lift door opened and two tall Wookie's charged out with a growl nearly knocking down the suprised technitian. The Wookies ran off in the direction from wich D'orjahl had just come.
"KeeeRIPES!" exclamed the tech.
"WHY DON'T YOU WATCH WERE YOUR GOIN'!!!" But his words fell on deaf ears as the Wookies were gone as suddenly as they had appeared.
"This place is a nut house." said D'orjahl as he steps into the lift.
"How do these peo..peeE.......AAAHCHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEOPLE get anything DONE around here!"
"Wookies running amuck, unquallifide personell having access to weapons of illproportionate magnatude,UNCHECKED weapons of illproportionat magnatude being accessable to MULLETheee.... heeeee..hhheeeaaaAAAACHOOO!!!.... WHAT IN THE NINE NEBULAE IS THE MATTER WITH ME!"
The lift door opens and as D'orjahl steps out, he see's the closed sign over Aslans door.
"Well ain't that about right. Ofcourse Aslans place is gonna be closed when the station's general quarters is sounded. Silly me for thinkin the way things are run around here, that if we were attacked every one would come here to make the "last stand" in the deffense of the rootbeer supply."
The flight tech turned back to the turbo lift only to have the door close in his face.
"OH #$%^ *&^%%$ THAT #%^*!!!...O-KAY!!! TEN,NINE,EIGHT,SEVEN SIX five.... four....... three..... two...... *sigh* I hope I never get to one....."Said D'orjahl placing a dirty hand on his forehead.
Rather than take the gang ways to the lower deck, D'orjahl decided to awaite the return of the lift.
A few moments later, the lift door opens and out steps an Ewok dressed in an orange flight suit. Naturaly this raised an eyebrow on D'orjahl.
"It's all yours."said the little Ewok.
"Uh,.. whats mine?"stammered D'orjahl, who wasn't so much supirsed about such a small being in a flightsuit but couldn't help but wonder just what modifications went into the cockpit of what ever fighter craft he must have been piloting!
"The turbo lift silly, that is what your waiting on isn't it?"asked the Ewok.
"Oh, uh.... yeah. I mean no... "Just as D'orjahl was beginning to get his thoughts organized the Ewok quipped in,"Whats wrong havn't you ever seen an admiral before?"
With that Aslan punched in the key code to get into his establishment in order to re-open his bar.
It wasn't till now that D'orjahl noticed the admiral rank on the little Ewoks collar.
"YOUR admiral Aslan!?"The tech exclamed.
"The same Aslan who gave "Black Sabre" so much heart burn!?"
The door was opened and the Ewok turned with a smile."Yub, you've heard about that...."It was a statement, not a question.
D'orjahl thought carefuly for a moment, tempted to bring up names and situations only Imperial personell would know, but thought better of it. Thinking to himself "It's probably not prudent to discuss my affilliations with the empire at this time, small furry funny looking man or not, he's wearing admirals rank. best to let it be for now. .......he IS a boy isn't he?"
D'orjahl had never met an Ewok and it would not have been the first time he had made the mistake of missguessing the sex of an alien being. Still thinking to himself..."Well, now I know why it was "Black Sabre" kept this guys identity under wraps. If word had gotten out that our ships were getting shot up by a three foot tall furry man we'de have been a laughing stock"
Aslan entered the bar and over his shoulder said, "Come on in D'orjahl.... get comfortable and get something to eat."
"D'orjahl? .... how did he...." D'orjahls thoughts were cut short by Aslans next comment.
"Not much Tank dose around here with out my knowing about it, especialy when hireing former Gallactic Empire personell. Though the order of "black Sabre" has been succesfuly disolved there are still many other renegade warlords using the idealisms of the Gallactic Empire to run whats left of thier regime. People like you could be of use to us and our cause to bring an end to these warlords."
All of the sudden D'orjahl was niether hungry nor thirsty, just angry.
"I knew comming here was a bad idea! I can't even get into the civilian sector with out some one pestering me for my loyalties! THERE IS NO WAY I'LL TURN MY BACK ON THE EMPIRE!!!" D'orjahl screamed as he stood from the table.
"HEY!"now it was Aslans turn to be angry. "YOUR FLYING YOUR COLORS ON A DEAD STICK!
Had D'orjahl not been so angry, he might have found it humorus to hear an Ewok yelling in the basic toung. But this was all too serrious for the mechanic to find any humor whatso ever.
Aslan conituded a bit calmer now...."When palpatine fell, the Empire fell... there was nothing left of the fleet but a bunch of pirates and warlords.....Thrawn failed, Ieshard, failed everyone who tried to bring it back... failed.Your fleet has become worse than the privatiers your regime clamed to be ridding us of. Because they are better armed and better trained. Your only hope for being a part of something big is to join the winning team."
Aslans words struck D'orjahl with icepick pressision. The tech dropped back into his seat and contemplated what he had just been told. Absentmindedly he reached into his satchel and was greated with a cold mushy feeling about his fingers....."Figgures" he said to himself "I squashed my banana's"
D'orjahl pulled three banana's out of his sactchel and set them on his table before him. One was squashed the second one badly bruised and the third in tact. Aslan came along side him and asked "You gonna keep those?"
Still somewhat in a daze, D'orjahl said. "I'll eat this one, you can throw the others away." Aslan looked at the banana's as D'orjahl began to peel the third banana. The little Ewok still sporting his flight suit took the mashed banana's away.
A short while later as the mechanic was getting down to his last bite of banana, Aslan showed back up carrying a large fishbowl like steemed glass. "Look," said Aslan. "I know things seem a bit rough right now, but when life mashes your banana's.... make daquries."
With that Aslan pushed the drink in front of D'orjahl. And for the first time since D'orjahl came to the station he cracked a genuin smile.
"You know? D'orjahl thought to himself "There may be hope for this place yet."
Part 2 "the hangar sceen" to be posted no later than thursdaynight. till then i hope you enjoyed.
Another thing that the tech had heard was the affinity for root beer on the station."I hope they have something a little stiffer THAT at the bar" he muttered to himself.
Upon reaching the turbo lift he noticed that he could smell the smoke permiating his coveralls, and looking down at his hands he realizaed he was still dirty not only from his ordeal with Goku, but from the work he was doing before the brash pilot had even entered the store.
"I outta go get cleaned up"he thought to himself.
And then speaking aloud,"Ah forget it, I need a drink."
The turbo lift door opened and two tall Wookie's charged out with a growl nearly knocking down the suprised technitian. The Wookies ran off in the direction from wich D'orjahl had just come.
"KeeeRIPES!" exclamed the tech.
"WHY DON'T YOU WATCH WERE YOUR GOIN'!!!" But his words fell on deaf ears as the Wookies were gone as suddenly as they had appeared.
"This place is a nut house." said D'orjahl as he steps into the lift.
"How do these peo..peeE.......AAAHCHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEOPLE get anything DONE around here!"
"Wookies running amuck, unquallifide personell having access to weapons of illproportionate magnatude,UNCHECKED weapons of illproportionat magnatude being accessable to MULLETheee.... heeeee..hhheeeaaaAAAACHOOO!!!.... WHAT IN THE NINE NEBULAE IS THE MATTER WITH ME!"
The lift door opens and as D'orjahl steps out, he see's the closed sign over Aslans door.
"Well ain't that about right. Ofcourse Aslans place is gonna be closed when the station's general quarters is sounded. Silly me for thinkin the way things are run around here, that if we were attacked every one would come here to make the "last stand" in the deffense of the rootbeer supply."
The flight tech turned back to the turbo lift only to have the door close in his face.
"OH #$%^ *&^%%$ THAT #%^*!!!...O-KAY!!! TEN,NINE,EIGHT,SEVEN SIX five.... four....... three..... two...... *sigh* I hope I never get to one....."Said D'orjahl placing a dirty hand on his forehead.
Rather than take the gang ways to the lower deck, D'orjahl decided to awaite the return of the lift.
A few moments later, the lift door opens and out steps an Ewok dressed in an orange flight suit. Naturaly this raised an eyebrow on D'orjahl.
"It's all yours."said the little Ewok.
"Uh,.. whats mine?"stammered D'orjahl, who wasn't so much supirsed about such a small being in a flightsuit but couldn't help but wonder just what modifications went into the cockpit of what ever fighter craft he must have been piloting!
"The turbo lift silly, that is what your waiting on isn't it?"asked the Ewok.
"Oh, uh.... yeah. I mean no... "Just as D'orjahl was beginning to get his thoughts organized the Ewok quipped in,"Whats wrong havn't you ever seen an admiral before?"
With that Aslan punched in the key code to get into his establishment in order to re-open his bar.
It wasn't till now that D'orjahl noticed the admiral rank on the little Ewoks collar.
"YOUR admiral Aslan!?"The tech exclamed.
"The same Aslan who gave "Black Sabre" so much heart burn!?"
The door was opened and the Ewok turned with a smile."Yub, you've heard about that...."It was a statement, not a question.
D'orjahl thought carefuly for a moment, tempted to bring up names and situations only Imperial personell would know, but thought better of it. Thinking to himself "It's probably not prudent to discuss my affilliations with the empire at this time, small furry funny looking man or not, he's wearing admirals rank. best to let it be for now. .......he IS a boy isn't he?"
D'orjahl had never met an Ewok and it would not have been the first time he had made the mistake of missguessing the sex of an alien being. Still thinking to himself..."Well, now I know why it was "Black Sabre" kept this guys identity under wraps. If word had gotten out that our ships were getting shot up by a three foot tall furry man we'de have been a laughing stock"
Aslan entered the bar and over his shoulder said, "Come on in D'orjahl.... get comfortable and get something to eat."
"D'orjahl? .... how did he...." D'orjahls thoughts were cut short by Aslans next comment.
"Not much Tank dose around here with out my knowing about it, especialy when hireing former Gallactic Empire personell. Though the order of "black Sabre" has been succesfuly disolved there are still many other renegade warlords using the idealisms of the Gallactic Empire to run whats left of thier regime. People like you could be of use to us and our cause to bring an end to these warlords."
All of the sudden D'orjahl was niether hungry nor thirsty, just angry.
"I knew comming here was a bad idea! I can't even get into the civilian sector with out some one pestering me for my loyalties! THERE IS NO WAY I'LL TURN MY BACK ON THE EMPIRE!!!" D'orjahl screamed as he stood from the table.
"HEY!"now it was Aslans turn to be angry. "YOUR FLYING YOUR COLORS ON A DEAD STICK!
Had D'orjahl not been so angry, he might have found it humorus to hear an Ewok yelling in the basic toung. But this was all too serrious for the mechanic to find any humor whatso ever.
Aslan conituded a bit calmer now...."When palpatine fell, the Empire fell... there was nothing left of the fleet but a bunch of pirates and warlords.....Thrawn failed, Ieshard, failed everyone who tried to bring it back... failed.Your fleet has become worse than the privatiers your regime clamed to be ridding us of. Because they are better armed and better trained. Your only hope for being a part of something big is to join the winning team."
Aslans words struck D'orjahl with icepick pressision. The tech dropped back into his seat and contemplated what he had just been told. Absentmindedly he reached into his satchel and was greated with a cold mushy feeling about his fingers....."Figgures" he said to himself "I squashed my banana's"
D'orjahl pulled three banana's out of his sactchel and set them on his table before him. One was squashed the second one badly bruised and the third in tact. Aslan came along side him and asked "You gonna keep those?"
Still somewhat in a daze, D'orjahl said. "I'll eat this one, you can throw the others away." Aslan looked at the banana's as D'orjahl began to peel the third banana. The little Ewok still sporting his flight suit took the mashed banana's away.
A short while later as the mechanic was getting down to his last bite of banana, Aslan showed back up carrying a large fishbowl like steemed glass. "Look," said Aslan. "I know things seem a bit rough right now, but when life mashes your banana's.... make daquries."
With that Aslan pushed the drink in front of D'orjahl. And for the first time since D'orjahl came to the station he cracked a genuin smile.
"You know? D'orjahl thought to himself "There may be hope for this place yet."
Part 2 "the hangar sceen" to be posted no later than thursdaynight. till then i hope you enjoyed.