<div class="floatright">(http://i1206.photobucket.com/albums/bb457/Parlyguy/Toryk3.jpg)</div><br/><em>Dammit</em>was, perhaps understandably, the first thought Toryk had upon realizing the time.  It was also the second.  He had spent too long digging through piles of discarded droid parts at a store that was little more than a scrapyard with a credchip scanner, but he had quite a bit to show for it.  Many droid parts were quite cheap, as it was the programming that made most droids particularly valuable.  Unfortunately, parts for more specialized droids were not only expensive, but fairly well-guarded.  The only way to come into them without some form of connection was to find parts that were shared by a more commercially viable model, or to salvage pieces from defunct droids.  He had done a fair bit of the latter, and his mind had been racing with the thoughts of the types of droids he could, in theory, start in on.  Now it was his body that raced, or rather the large, ungainly landspeeder he was piloting.<br/><br/>His fingers fumbled for the commlink that pretty much remained attached to him anymore, and he considered for a moment as to who to contact before deciding on Vialiah, for reasons most males would understand.<br/><br/>~"Vialiah, it's Toryk.  Running late with the parts, but on my way with the speeder, only a few minutes out.  Is the meeting still going?"~