" Damn it!" screamed a young dark-skinned male as he angrily threw a cube shaped device onto his desk and plopped down into the chair that was placed next to it. He glances at the device and brings his right hand up to his throbbing head in an effort to try an calm down the pain, he gently begins to massage it, hoping that the pain would eventually calm down. " I should ask blues if he has any kind of asprin in that medical cabinate of his." he mumbles clearly suffering under the painful aches in his cranium.
The battle he had just escaped had taken a lot out of him and had done some serious damage to his modified Z-10, He wasn't even sure he would be able to reach the nearest star system with his remaining systems but was determined to try. He pulls his darkend flight goggles from over his eyes and blinks for a few minuates to allow his eyes sight to get used to the glow panels settings. " Man what a day." he said tiredly. Doyae turns his eyes toward the meduim-sized gold cube and carefully picks it up with his gloved right hand. He plays with the device for a bit before setting it back down and lifts himself out of the chairs metal frame. Fleeing his joints pop in protest he streaches them and then heads for refresher. " Maybe a nice warm shower will take my mind of things." he thinks.
In the ships central area a green tinted protocal droid and a small R5 unit busied themselves by trying to jury rig or repair certain systems and stations that had been blown out since the battle. Sparks, Smoke and the smell of weilding tourch fumes filled the air as the two droids worked feverousily to keep the ship operational. " Careful with that torch you bucketed headed android." snapped the green colored protocal droid. The R5 unit resounded with a nasty sounding remark of its own but never stopped doing its assigned task. The droid glared at his astromech companion but said nothing and went back to re-wiring the ships propulsion systems.
" Stupid no good, frelling tin can." it mumbled bitterly " Why master Darkstar ever bothered to re-built you is anyones guess." he said coldly. The other droid remained silent and ignore the others rude commit. By now Shippo was use to the abuse Forest had usally gave him. Forest was to shippo, very unsual for a protocal droid. He was snappy, cynical, sarcastic, and had a bit of a mouth on him. But for some reason the little astomech couldn't understand the master had decided to take the droid in as his own.
But that was part of the reason shippo had loved his master, was the fact that he could not explan or find reason to his motives. Unlike other life forms, doyae treated his droids as if they were members of his family. Often prefering not to give them memrory wipes or place restraing bolts on them.
Something he was both glad and confused by, but never questioned. Except of course when it came to the surly green protocal droid. Usally Shippo just ignored the taller robots outbursts and continued to focus on its tasks. But do to recent events something had changed. Ever since Master Darkstar had returned to this Flame, he had acted strange. Instead of talking to them about his recent adventure like he normally did; he actived the ships engines and silently flew the ship out of the planets atmosphere. Opun exiting the planets orbit, their ship had fallen under attack by a number of strange vessels.
The battle was hectic to say the least, with Doyae flying the ship and manning the ships belly mounted laser cannon. Both Forest and Shippo tired their best to operate the main weapon station that controled the ships dorsal mounted twin blaster cannon. Between both Forests snide commits and shippos stubbornness it was amazing that they had both managed to score a hit with all the fighting they did with each other. Evenatully their master had flown out of the death trap and managed to make a random jump into deep space.
The Small Astomech let out a soft electronic sounding sigh as it worked, then turned its head to face the door way of his masters cabin. Though droids could not actually feel emotions, he was able to emulate them from time to time. And right now he was worried about his master.
" Hey Shorty! Get back to work." the green droid shouted as it lobbed a wreach at the droids head. The metal tool struck the small droid with a loud clank and landed roughly on the cold durasteel floor. " Veeo-Whop-Beep!"
" Yeah Yeah Yeah." the green droid responed indignatly " I'm sure you wish that too." but I don't think there is a hell or after life for droids so pipe down."
The battle he had just escaped had taken a lot out of him and had done some serious damage to his modified Z-10, He wasn't even sure he would be able to reach the nearest star system with his remaining systems but was determined to try. He pulls his darkend flight goggles from over his eyes and blinks for a few minuates to allow his eyes sight to get used to the glow panels settings. " Man what a day." he said tiredly. Doyae turns his eyes toward the meduim-sized gold cube and carefully picks it up with his gloved right hand. He plays with the device for a bit before setting it back down and lifts himself out of the chairs metal frame. Fleeing his joints pop in protest he streaches them and then heads for refresher. " Maybe a nice warm shower will take my mind of things." he thinks.
In the ships central area a green tinted protocal droid and a small R5 unit busied themselves by trying to jury rig or repair certain systems and stations that had been blown out since the battle. Sparks, Smoke and the smell of weilding tourch fumes filled the air as the two droids worked feverousily to keep the ship operational. " Careful with that torch you bucketed headed android." snapped the green colored protocal droid. The R5 unit resounded with a nasty sounding remark of its own but never stopped doing its assigned task. The droid glared at his astromech companion but said nothing and went back to re-wiring the ships propulsion systems.
" Stupid no good, frelling tin can." it mumbled bitterly " Why master Darkstar ever bothered to re-built you is anyones guess." he said coldly. The other droid remained silent and ignore the others rude commit. By now Shippo was use to the abuse Forest had usally gave him. Forest was to shippo, very unsual for a protocal droid. He was snappy, cynical, sarcastic, and had a bit of a mouth on him. But for some reason the little astomech couldn't understand the master had decided to take the droid in as his own.
But that was part of the reason shippo had loved his master, was the fact that he could not explan or find reason to his motives. Unlike other life forms, doyae treated his droids as if they were members of his family. Often prefering not to give them memrory wipes or place restraing bolts on them.
Something he was both glad and confused by, but never questioned. Except of course when it came to the surly green protocal droid. Usally Shippo just ignored the taller robots outbursts and continued to focus on its tasks. But do to recent events something had changed. Ever since Master Darkstar had returned to this Flame, he had acted strange. Instead of talking to them about his recent adventure like he normally did; he actived the ships engines and silently flew the ship out of the planets atmosphere. Opun exiting the planets orbit, their ship had fallen under attack by a number of strange vessels.
The battle was hectic to say the least, with Doyae flying the ship and manning the ships belly mounted laser cannon. Both Forest and Shippo tired their best to operate the main weapon station that controled the ships dorsal mounted twin blaster cannon. Between both Forests snide commits and shippos stubbornness it was amazing that they had both managed to score a hit with all the fighting they did with each other. Evenatully their master had flown out of the death trap and managed to make a random jump into deep space.
The Small Astomech let out a soft electronic sounding sigh as it worked, then turned its head to face the door way of his masters cabin. Though droids could not actually feel emotions, he was able to emulate them from time to time. And right now he was worried about his master.
" Hey Shorty! Get back to work." the green droid shouted as it lobbed a wreach at the droids head. The metal tool struck the small droid with a loud clank and landed roughly on the cold durasteel floor. " Veeo-Whop-Beep!"
" Yeah Yeah Yeah." the green droid responed indignatly " I'm sure you wish that too." but I don't think there is a hell or after life for droids so pipe down."