Crusty
Brûler... brûler... bouuuurn. Maintenant, si vous y réfléchissez, l'explosion ressemble beaucoup à une brûlure. Certains pourraient dire son Burn 2.0: The Explodening, venir à vos théâtres prochain cycle lunaire. Donc par cette logique ce que le capitaine a vraiment dit était,
"Vous avez une minute, faites-le compter Crusty, Brûlez 2.0tm chaque conteneur de cargaison pas sur The Copperhead."
Elle a eu le droit de travailler, le capitaine était très strict avec ces limites de temps. Il y a des détpacks ici, des thermos ici, des commotions ici, ici et... ici.
Temps total: 45 secondes, NOUVEAUX HAUTS COURS. NIVEAU 2 RENVOI.
Elle s'est évanouie juste derrière les talons du bon capitaine, il a même tenu les tubes d'embarquement ouverts pour elle! Quel honneur. Le Copperhead, était bon à partir, pilote-homme résident a fait sa magie de l'espace. Crusty a regardé un trou de port, les gens gentils étaient bien sur leur chemin pour porter le capitaine si gracio-KABOOM-aaaaaaaaaa et il a explosé.
Trou d'éclusage où devrait se trouver la soute. Vérifie.
Les impériaux sont éjectés dans l'espace profond. Vérifie.
Des explosions secondaires dans le réacteur. Vérifie.
Oui, ils sont morts. Oups. Mes condoléances, des pertes acceptables et tout ce jazz.
«Remarque à soi-même, Burn 2.0 n'est pas efficace lorsqu'il veut garder le navire dans des conditions habitables. État du capitaine : *elle a levé les yeux sur le capitaine aux yeux larges* modérément bafoué."
Attempt at 2nd character
Screen Name: Joe Mama
Character Name: Crasta "Crusty"
Race: Jawa
Class: Pirate Canoneer
Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution).
Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades.
Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke.