Post by Trik Overmore on Oct 2, 2005 13:45:23 GMT -5
Trik entered the city near midday, the sky alight with both artificial and real sunlight. Traffic was buzzing through the air, and Trik was fairly reluctant to enter into the stream.
He signed his name out on one of the terminals near the garage and borrowed a small speeder-hover craft. He punched it on and went into the stream of traffic, punching in queries to the ship's computer all the while.
<<Mechanics/shops>> Trik typed in, keeping one eye on the traffic. He tried to employ what little knowledge he had of the force to sense the cars around in case he didn't react fast enough on his own.
<<Ordo's Repair Shop and Mercantile>> came back an immediate response. It was within five minutes range and was the closest large scale shop in that area, so Trik settled to go there. The items he needed, at least for the inside of the saber, would most likely only be found at a larger store. The decorations would be best to buy at a smaller, more personable store.
Ordo's shop stood tall in a residential tower. The shop itself was only a few floors high, and above it were several apartments and a nice restaraunt. Trik brought the speeder into a garage on the lowest level of the shop, and entered through the rather mundane durasteel doors.
"Hello, and welcome to Anandon Ordo's Repair Shop and Mercantile, how might I be of service, sir?" said a protocol droid. He had shiny black plates and was the newest model released by Teruhn, a local Coruscant droid company.
"I have a small list, if you could assist me in finding them," Trik replied, looking around. The first floor was amazing. There were racer bikes and speeders all around, some for sale, some in the midst of repairs [automated by droids, of course]. There were a few tall book-case-like shelves with every kind of automobile add-on a person could want.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot personally help you. I will call for an EX-876 assistance droid for you," the droid said. He stood for a moment before informing Trik that 'Carl' was on the way.
"Thank you for stopping in at the shop, sir. My name is Dene-9, and I would ask you to call me on this commlink if you require any further assistant that EX-876 Carl cannot render to you. If you do not require any more, then please drop your commlink in that barrel over there before you exit the building," Dene-9 said, handing Trik a commlink and then walking off to monitor the works of the repair droids.
Trik smiled at recieving the commlink and patiently awaited the personal assistance droid. When Carl arrived, Trik told it his shopping list.
"First, I need a self-sustaining Power Cell," Trik told it. It beeped and led him to a turbolift and it pressed the button for the fourth floor. The droid was like an astromech, but didn't have the space-plating for taking the extremes of space and any explosions that might occur during repairs of a craft.
The fourth floor was outfitted with an amazing array of blaster-equipment and powercells along with various other things. Carl led him to a shelf with the top-line of Power Cells. Trik picked up a cell with a program built into it called 'homeostasis', which ensured that the cell would never overload itself [which was highly unlikely even without the program]. The cell also had an extended life of over a millenium, so Trik smiled and picked it out.
Carl beeped and opened a compartment on his front side, where customers could store their purchases until they left the building. Trik put the cell inside that rather spacious compartment and moved on.
"Now I need a positively charged continuous energy lens, and a negatively charged high energy flux aperture," Trik said, looking around in awe. There were droids bustling about, doing droid things. No human yet to be seen.
The droid took him to the second level and helped him pick out what he needed, and then stored them in the compartment. There was a Twi'lek on this level with a droid like Carl. Trik nodded to him and then turned back to Carl.
"Now I just need a Superconductor," Trik said, following the droid down an aisle on the same floor. A black-haired Mandalorian stood in the back of that aisle, looking over the merchandise.
After everything was purchased, Trik dropped off his commlink and went to the garage, a large bag with his supplies in hand. He headed out and drove for a couple hours before he found a store that was just right.
It was called Srimore's Folly. Trik entered the one-level store and looked around and found exactly what he needed. There was a tube of durasteel that Trik asked Srimore to cut to 30 centimeters. Once cut, he also bought a ribbed tube 15 centimeters in length for a grip, and a small button for the side. Trik closed his eyes and moved along a line of various knick-knacks. He picked out six long spikes of a metal he didn't recognize [imported from Duros, it said]. He bought one last item, a gold-colored durasteel reflector to place at the top of the hilt.
When all was said and done, and Trik was on his way to Mount Sasehe, he had spent a great number of his credits, but he knew that he wouldn't be needed very many in the near future.
Mount Sasehe was enormous and Trik could feel it eminating force energy. He was able to bring the speeder to hover near an entrance at the south side of it. Climbing up a steep slope, Trik entered a great cavern, the size of the Jedi Archives. There was an abundance of crystals that Trik assumed Master Valm was talking about.
Trik sat down and meditated on the colors, the possibilities, and sat there until dusk had passed.
At last, Trik stood up and walked forward, his eyes closed, but knowing exactly what he wanted. His hands clasped around a small, rigid crystal of a deep violet. Trik smiled and turned back to the entrance. One full day and he was exhausted, but mindful and hopeful.
He signed his name out on one of the terminals near the garage and borrowed a small speeder-hover craft. He punched it on and went into the stream of traffic, punching in queries to the ship's computer all the while.
<<Mechanics/shops>> Trik typed in, keeping one eye on the traffic. He tried to employ what little knowledge he had of the force to sense the cars around in case he didn't react fast enough on his own.
<<Ordo's Repair Shop and Mercantile>> came back an immediate response. It was within five minutes range and was the closest large scale shop in that area, so Trik settled to go there. The items he needed, at least for the inside of the saber, would most likely only be found at a larger store. The decorations would be best to buy at a smaller, more personable store.
Ordo's shop stood tall in a residential tower. The shop itself was only a few floors high, and above it were several apartments and a nice restaraunt. Trik brought the speeder into a garage on the lowest level of the shop, and entered through the rather mundane durasteel doors.
"Hello, and welcome to Anandon Ordo's Repair Shop and Mercantile, how might I be of service, sir?" said a protocol droid. He had shiny black plates and was the newest model released by Teruhn, a local Coruscant droid company.
"I have a small list, if you could assist me in finding them," Trik replied, looking around. The first floor was amazing. There were racer bikes and speeders all around, some for sale, some in the midst of repairs [automated by droids, of course]. There were a few tall book-case-like shelves with every kind of automobile add-on a person could want.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot personally help you. I will call for an EX-876 assistance droid for you," the droid said. He stood for a moment before informing Trik that 'Carl' was on the way.
"Thank you for stopping in at the shop, sir. My name is Dene-9, and I would ask you to call me on this commlink if you require any further assistant that EX-876 Carl cannot render to you. If you do not require any more, then please drop your commlink in that barrel over there before you exit the building," Dene-9 said, handing Trik a commlink and then walking off to monitor the works of the repair droids.
Trik smiled at recieving the commlink and patiently awaited the personal assistance droid. When Carl arrived, Trik told it his shopping list.
"First, I need a self-sustaining Power Cell," Trik told it. It beeped and led him to a turbolift and it pressed the button for the fourth floor. The droid was like an astromech, but didn't have the space-plating for taking the extremes of space and any explosions that might occur during repairs of a craft.
The fourth floor was outfitted with an amazing array of blaster-equipment and powercells along with various other things. Carl led him to a shelf with the top-line of Power Cells. Trik picked up a cell with a program built into it called 'homeostasis', which ensured that the cell would never overload itself [which was highly unlikely even without the program]. The cell also had an extended life of over a millenium, so Trik smiled and picked it out.
Carl beeped and opened a compartment on his front side, where customers could store their purchases until they left the building. Trik put the cell inside that rather spacious compartment and moved on.
"Now I need a positively charged continuous energy lens, and a negatively charged high energy flux aperture," Trik said, looking around in awe. There were droids bustling about, doing droid things. No human yet to be seen.
The droid took him to the second level and helped him pick out what he needed, and then stored them in the compartment. There was a Twi'lek on this level with a droid like Carl. Trik nodded to him and then turned back to Carl.
"Now I just need a Superconductor," Trik said, following the droid down an aisle on the same floor. A black-haired Mandalorian stood in the back of that aisle, looking over the merchandise.
After everything was purchased, Trik dropped off his commlink and went to the garage, a large bag with his supplies in hand. He headed out and drove for a couple hours before he found a store that was just right.
It was called Srimore's Folly. Trik entered the one-level store and looked around and found exactly what he needed. There was a tube of durasteel that Trik asked Srimore to cut to 30 centimeters. Once cut, he also bought a ribbed tube 15 centimeters in length for a grip, and a small button for the side. Trik closed his eyes and moved along a line of various knick-knacks. He picked out six long spikes of a metal he didn't recognize [imported from Duros, it said]. He bought one last item, a gold-colored durasteel reflector to place at the top of the hilt.
When all was said and done, and Trik was on his way to Mount Sasehe, he had spent a great number of his credits, but he knew that he wouldn't be needed very many in the near future.
Mount Sasehe was enormous and Trik could feel it eminating force energy. He was able to bring the speeder to hover near an entrance at the south side of it. Climbing up a steep slope, Trik entered a great cavern, the size of the Jedi Archives. There was an abundance of crystals that Trik assumed Master Valm was talking about.
Trik sat down and meditated on the colors, the possibilities, and sat there until dusk had passed.
At last, Trik stood up and walked forward, his eyes closed, but knowing exactly what he wanted. His hands clasped around a small, rigid crystal of a deep violet. Trik smiled and turned back to the entrance. One full day and he was exhausted, but mindful and hopeful.
