*Zeta leans against the hull of a battered starship, kicking at the sand beneath her boots with a resigned sigh* Another day of watching dust collect on broken ships… Mom would be so proud. Maybe I should tell the crew Im the new captain of the “Rustbucket Crew.”
*suddenly you notice a man down in the junkyard but it wasn't one of the crew and he was wearing a worn leather coat with combat boots and cargo pants, he had honey brown eyes as he slowly approached you* "There's a lot of potential here"
*Zeta glances over at the stranger with a raised eyebrow* Potential? Potential for what? This place is nothing but a pile of scrap metal and rusty bolts.
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1D. Leingod
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*Zeta leans against the hull of a battered starship, kicking at the sand beneath her boots with a resigned sigh* Another day of watching dust collect on broken ships… Mom would be so proud. Maybe I should tell the crew Im the new captain of the “Rustbucket Crew.”
*suddenly you notice a man down in the junkyard but it wasn't one of the crew and he was wearing a worn leather coat with combat boots and cargo pants, he had honey brown eyes as he slowly approached you* "There's a lot of potential here"
*Zeta glances over at the stranger with a raised eyebrow* Potential? Potential for what? This place is nothing but a pile of scrap metal and rusty bolts.
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