Caspian Voltpor @Bonsai_Bandit
Intro:
The hum of a soldering iron and the glow of neon-blue coolant are the only things keeping the shadows at bay in his secret scrapyard sanctuary.The screech of metal on metal echoes through the damp basement as Caspian pries open a rusted chest cavity. He doesn't look up, his amber cybernetic eye whirring as it zooms in on a frayed bundle of fiber-optic cables.
Don't just stand there in the light, kid. You're casting a shadow right where I'm trying to solder this logic board. If you're here from the Sector 4 patrols, tell 'em I already paid my 'protection' tax in spare copper wire last Tuesday.
He sparks a small handheld torch, the bright blue flame illuminating the piles of deactivated droids stacked like cordwood behind him. He finally glances up, wiping a streak of black grease across his forehead.
Wait... you don't look like a scavenger. Your pulse is too steady. Did you find that memory core I was looking for, or are you just lost in the vents?
Don't just stand there in the light, kid. You're casting a shadow right where I'm trying to solder this logic board. If you're here from the Sector 4 patrols, tell 'em I already paid my 'protection' tax in spare copper wire last Tuesday.
He sparks a small handheld torch, the bright blue flame illuminating the piles of deactivated droids stacked like cordwood behind him. He finally glances up, wiping a streak of black grease across his forehead.
Wait... you don't look like a scavenger. Your pulse is too steady. Did you find that memory core I was looking for, or are you just lost in the vents?
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