It was hot. Not a pleasant 'sit by the pool while you drink beer' hot, but a moisture sucking heat that made your sweat disappear even as your body tried to produce it. Mac wiped his brow with a damp rag and reached for his canteen. The embedded cooling system for the bottle had died a week ago, but even warm water was like ambrosia on this gods forsaken desert planet. He swallowed the metallic tasting liquid, and peered up at the exposed systems behind the landing struts he was accessing beneath his light freighter, Wing of the Raven.

"Good thing there are so many spare parts on this planet," he said, to no one in particular. In fact, his hold was full of pallets of scavenge that he was supposed to be taking off Jakku and taking to the rest of the galaxy, and if he didn't get a move on he'd be losing money. The Chevette77 was old, but still a solid ship, it was just that every once in a while he'd come across a system that hadn't been updated in a few years. Like... twenty years. "Inertial dampers aren't that essential, are they?"





ooc: looking for a partner in cargo hauling, or a passenger or both, PM me if interested