Post by andhe on May 14, 2014 3:41:45 GMT -8
This is my first foray into Star Wars/Sci-fi building, thought actually looking at at, this MOC could probably equally fit in a modern or post-apoc setting... well, I'm still learning! Picture and backstory below.
"I never knew my parents. I was raised by a group of Dolorean nuns in a convent where my mother abandoned me soon after I was born. She was a trader, a deal had gone bad and she had told the nuns that she would come back for me when things were safer. And this was the story I had been told ever since, whenever I cried, whenever I was lonely, whenever I wanted to leave, they always told me she was coming back. She never did. Until at the age of 16 it was my turn to leave and never look back. I survived on my wits, stealing, trading, smuggling whatever I could for whoever would pay me. And that brings me to here, on the ledge of building 186 floors up. Employed by a nameless patron of a seedy bar to steal some unknown hardware from a faceless corporation. This is my job, this is my life. My name is Kembo Tutt."
"I never knew my parents. I was raised by a group of Dolorean nuns in a convent where my mother abandoned me soon after I was born. She was a trader, a deal had gone bad and she had told the nuns that she would come back for me when things were safer. And this was the story I had been told ever since, whenever I cried, whenever I was lonely, whenever I wanted to leave, they always told me she was coming back. She never did. Until at the age of 16 it was my turn to leave and never look back. I survived on my wits, stealing, trading, smuggling whatever I could for whoever would pay me. And that brings me to here, on the ledge of building 186 floors up. Employed by a nameless patron of a seedy bar to steal some unknown hardware from a faceless corporation. This is my job, this is my life. My name is Kembo Tutt."
