Hal: There's a basic repair kit in my X-Wing, plus my astomech.
*Hal gets impatient and walks into the frieghter.*
*Hal resembled his father in his strong jawline and high forhead, however he was tall like his mother, over six foot. He also had his mother's grey eyes and her impatience, not to metion his father's temper. At 27 he had his own squadren, as well as a number of admirers, women in love with the military aristocrat.*
*Hal favored the group with his most enegmatic smile, directing it specifically towards the females anything's worth a try*
Hal: *points to Orthos* I think you're the Starkiller, tell me, do you know the name Taklin Flax?