at the outback of Eloth
" Ert thaa ty wa shun ha!" the boy cries in the native
Elothian dialogue. The door to the docking bay slowly rises up. The
boy jogs over to the ship farthest from the rest
" Ka'roan!!, Ka'roan, I couldn't find the right parts!' he
shouts.
Ka'roan, a girl of about 24 walks out of the ship.
" Did you check the gangster dealers?" she asks.
" They're crooks and you know that!!" the boy shouts
defiantly.
" Owen, Owen," the girl sighs." How many times do I
have to tell you that even though they're crooks, some of them have
better parts then the dealers on Alderaan!"
" Okay, fine I'll go back!" Owen grumbles as he walks over
to the docking bay exit.
" If you don't come back within 18 quarters I coming after you!!
And remember we only need a hyper generator!" Ka'aroan shouts at
the disappearing boy. Then seeing that he's far away, she goes back
inside the ship.
"Reinard, I have a strange feeling about this place." She
says as she leans on the dashboard beside a pilot in his late forties.
" Don't we all!" Reinard grunts as he pries open the
controlls. " If we hadn't made that bad turn we wouldn't have
been hit, and wouldn't have ended up in a place like this!"
" Hey, you were driving, Rendar!" Ka'roan grins." And I
don't see what that has to do with anything!"
"You Jedi!" Reinard grumbles." Always think you're
perfect pilots! I'd like to see you try to pilot a df 32 Toleriian
Cruiser!"
Ka'aroan knew that Reinard didn't mean it. He was one of the best
pilots in the galaxy but she knew how he felt. Sometimes it was hard
to admit that Jedi were just as good.
" Need any help?" she asked knowing perfectly well that he
did.
" Reassemble the controll wiring" Reinard told her without
turning away from his work........
At the vast outback of Eloth, a young boy ran across the reddish sand
of the valley. A gray docking bay that seems to be unused looms in
front of him.
