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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 16:39:15 GMT -8
*Malastare had a variety of terrains including forests, deserts, methane lakes, and rivers. This made the planet a favorite podracing location.*
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 21, 2016 17:07:03 GMT -8
It was a typical day in the spaceport of Pixelito. Ships came and went, there was yelling on the docking bay floor as workers went back and forth between the ships that paid for maintenance on top of refueling. The head engineer went back and forth between crews to see what progress was taking place, and to issue new orders as vehicles came in. He was good with his dock workers. He managed them well. One of the not so typical employees was a blue twi'lek with a wrap around purple striped pattern. It was a vibrant shade of violet. Her eyes were ice blue, and her blue skin was covered in dark splotches of machine grime. She wore a grey tank top, and black heavy canvas cargo pants. Around her middle was a secure tool belt that never caused her pants to sag. Strapped to her pants were pockets and containers for more tools and batteries for her various power tools. Around her chest she wore a harness that could be used for rappelling, or more tools. She had black leather welding gloves on her hands at all time, and a pair of welding goggles resting above what would be her brow line if she had hair. She was working on a Murrian Transport that had come in earlier, she had gotten on shift a few hours after it had landed. She was working up top to fix a turret that was out of alignment. She had her hydrospanner and pneumatic screwdriver holstered on her side pockets. She was finishing up putting the plating back and tightening the screws with an adjustable hand wrench. She was in her element, Malastare was her home. This spaceport was her life. She lived and breathed ships, swoops, and pod racers. She took out her plasma torch from one of her other holsters and turned on a tune on her wrist pad, smiling as she slid her goggles down. She was about to weld the plating shut, and finish the job. She prided herself on her work.
Song she plays
The head engineer looked up as best he could to see what she was doing. He shrugged and knew he did not have much to worry about when she was focused on a project. It was a rather fancy ship. So were the occupants when they landed, a guarded nobleman with too much money and time to kill. They would be back soon, they did not pay for a very long stay, in fact he heard a whistle that resonated that sense of entitlement. He turned around and saw the man in his frilly cape, and flamboyant colors. The engineer scowled at the man, he had no idea why a man of his caliber did not have a private port of his own. Such things spoke trouble, if he was trying to be incognito he was terrible, if his ship was so low on fuel and needed immediate repairs that was the most likely thing. It wasn't his business either way.
"Excuse me, but are the repairs done yet? I don't have long to wait, and quite frankly your prices are atrocious considering the conditions of this port," The man scoffed. The engineer glared again, "You paid for four hours, and it's been three and a half, you can pay what you owe and leave before my mechanic is finished with her repairs but if you want you-" "Her? I'm not paying you to put glue and glitter on my ship! Who is this Her you speak of? I demand to see her credentials!" The nobleman exclaimed with a scoff. The engineer rolled his eyes and called out to her, "Ni'na? HEY NI'NA!" Ni'na grumbled and turned off the torch and music. She removed her goggles, and rubbed her forehead. The sludge from the day smeared even worse over her brow. She was squatted over the panel she was welding, and turned her head off to the side, and projected her voice, "What Drexel? I'm busy!" "Nobleman here, wants to see your credentials!" He yelled back up at her. "For the love of..." She shook her head, and grabbed her gear. Her steel toed boots clanked loudly against the metal panels of the transport yacht. She used her magnetic grapple gun to repel down to the dock floor. She looked over to the nobleman, and walked right up to him glaring with enough intensity to set him ablaze. "Well, what is it? I'm a woman who knows her way around a wrench, what of it?" The nobleman's expression turned from one of pious entitlement, to sudden surprise, to a smirk of obvious intent, "A Twi'lek is repairing my ship? Surely such a chore is beneath a woman of your expertise! So, I see what the gimmick here is and why it costs so much. If I wanted a discount on ship fees how much do you cost?" Ni'na scrunched her face as she looked to Drexel with arms crossed over her chest as if to say, really? Drexel shrugged and gestured to the man, "It's rude to leave a question unanswered." Ni'na rolled her eyes and hopped up on the workbench to get to eye level with the nobleman, she smirked at him, "Well...it costs a bit steeper...you want to know what?" He leaned in as she brushed his cheek. As he leaned in, expecting her to whisper to him, a few other workers seemed to walk over to see the spectacle. The guards appeared clueless as to what was going on, they too seem fixated on Ni'na. The Nobleman chuckled and leaned in, "I think I know where this is going!" "It's rare for someone to be on the same page..." She whipped out her wrench and slammed it against his knee, and socked him across the jaw with a solid right hook. He wailed and hit the floor, but the dock workers drew blasters on the two guards who raised their hands. "Listen here bantha brains! I am no whore of a Twi'lek, I earn a solid living as a mechanic! I am no slave, I am nobody's call girl! I am a free Malastare resident who knows how to use a wrench! That'll be ten thousand for your troubles, and you can forget about me fixing that panel for you. Get lost!" She growled and glared at them with seething rage. The guards left the credit chip on the workbench and took their wailing boss up the ramp. It wasn't much longer before they took off and made a quick exit. Ni'na turned around and looked back to Drexel, she shook her wrench at him as she slid off the table and walked up to him, " you, did that on purpose!" Drexel chuckled and shrugged to the snickering of the other workers, "So? It was funny! I'll pay for your drink tonight for putting up with me." "No," She tapped the wrench against his chest, "You'll pay for all of us, until you drag us all out on your fat back..." "FIne fine, drinks are on me, besides it's the weekend!" Drexel replied in a loud voice. Everyone cheered. "Better, but you're not off the hook," She put her wrench back in her pocket. "Still?" Drexel laughed, "Until when?" "You're never off the hook," She rolled her eyes and waved him off dismissively as she walked away, "I have a couple of swoops to refuel, and an air filter cartridge to replace on one of them, let me know when it's quitting time." "Always do Ni'na, and thank you for being a good sport," Drexel saluted with two fingers and a click of his tongue, he turned around and clapped his hands to get the crews back to work.
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 22, 2016 2:22:28 GMT -8
"Keep sending self entitled pricks my way I swear to my gods Drexel, I'll run you dry of funds on alcohol alone!" She waved her wrench threateningly and him with a scowl, that was anything but threatening.Drexel laughed, "Hah, why don't you just file a harassment suit with the claims office up top like a normal lady?" "When I can swat you with a wrench? Please, don't hide behind the legal system," She scoffed with a smirk. She crouched over the swoop and turned the music back on while she worked. She refueled one of the swoops and took a rag, to finish polishing off a section of the frame. It was a hot rod red, with orange trim. It was a custom 105-K Lancer. She was asked to polish it and make it shine. She had done just that, restored it for the client in question. She was so diligent in her work at the spaceport she was allowed to bring her freelance work to the office and work on it there. She ran back and forth most of the day between ships that came in, and her own pet projects."Why don't you spend more time with your duties here than chide me?" He rolled his eyes as he watched her.
"Because I'm not the one that forgot to put the oil cap on engine four of that R-41 starchaser, dock five, look I'll point for a reference," She barely looked up and pointed over to dock five at the team that appeared negligent in their duties as the oil dripped out the bottom of the engine.
Drexel snapped his neck over to the right and growled at the mess, "Dammit guys! Get yourselves together!" "Moron," She shook her head and continued buffing out the handlebar of the swoop. When she was satisfied, she pulled out the refueling pump and covered up the swoop with a soft cloth cover. She walked over to the other swoop, a blue one with yellow trim. She opened up the filter compartment and quickly switched out the filters. It was just in time she heard the ding of a bell. Drexel rang it and looked at the information on his data pad.
"Skipray on dock four, Ni'na you're up! Plating on the side needs to be replaced and fluids flushed in the hyperdrive! He's clocked in for five hours." Drexel called out to her."On it," She said as she switched the music, and assessed the damage. There was a rock that was lodged in the port side just below the cockpit. She would have to cut the plating with a composite beam cutter and reweld it with new plating. The pilot stepped out and nodded to her, and walked over to Drexel to pay his fee for time spent and headed off into the space port. She used her magnetic grappler to reach for the nearest composite laser. She dragged it to her, and hoisted it up, locking it to her harness. She lowered her goggles and began cutting the panel away. Her tongue stuck out as she tried to be precise with her cut."All in a day's work," She smiled to herself as she was lost in the song and the ambiance of mechanical repair.Song |
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 22, 2016 8:46:12 GMT -8
She cut a clean square of plating off the blast boat after ten minutes of painstaking precision. She pulled out the rag she was using to polish earlier and wiped her neck with it. Not caring that she now had grease and polish on the nape of her neck. Her headband and goggles were good at keeping sweat and gunk from running down her forehead. She lifted off the panel that she cut using a magnetic pad from a small crane. It would not to just to patch it up and be done. The vacuum of space would rip off anything she put on. So she had to fill the puncture with sealant, and then rivet a piece of thick durasteel over it, and edge it down to keep it streamlined. She was thorough at her crafts, she had plenty of room to grow into a master craftsmen being only eighteen.
She worked diligently and with great care as she moved the crane with the metal over to the workbench where she could fill the puncture with sealant. She was already planning several steps ahead, once the crane lowered the metal panel, she got to work with the sealant. It was airtight weather proof resin. She took out the tube from the bucket of tools by her workbench and placed it in an applicator with deft hands. She leaned over and squeeze the trigger. She used a flat shaper to make sure there were no air pockets in the sealant. Once she was sure she spread it evenly, she took a torch to it, and blasted it to dry it, and also check for any cracks or bubbles. She poured water over the sealant, and even used a plasma torch, and arc welder, steadily increasing the temperature.Then she smacked the resin with the pommel of the flat headed scraper. There were no dents or dings or holes in the seal. Satisfied she placed a section of metal over that, and used a pneumatic drill to screw the rivets into place. She sanded down the metal edges and polished the work. She gave it a coat of finish to match the rest of the ship, and let it sit to air dry for a couple hours.
Seperate Ways
She wasted no time as her playlist switched to another song, she headed inside the ship and ran maintenance on the hyperdrive. She checked to see if there was anything damaged or needing to be replaced. She wrote down what she noticed on her data pad, and would send an estimate to Drexel to tell them the next recommended overhaul on their hyperdrive. Anything that could be fixed she would do it here and now. For certain specialized parts, they would need to send out for the parts they did not have on hand. That meant more wait time in port. Nobody liked that if they had a schedule to keep. She wanted those that used their port to know what was going on with their vessel. Ships and machines needed care just like people did.
She made her notes and sent them on their way to Drexel. She then flushed the hyperdrive fluids and started to replenish them. It would only take ten minutes. She sat down and leaned back against the wall of the ship to relax for a brief moment.
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 22, 2016 15:16:15 GMT -8
She rose to her feet, and checked the fluid levels of the hyperdrive. All levels were green on her wrist datapad. She smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. It could be an expensive fix if it wasn't a simple fluid change. She saw nothing wrong with it, and so gathered her things and left the interior of the blastboat. Cracking her fingers she headed back to the workbench to check on the progress of the finish. She was surprised that it was drying so quick but not ready. Now she was stumped, she had finished what was asked of her for the ship so far."Ni'na, refuel on dock six, YT model," Drexel called out to her, breaking her out of her chain of thought."Right," She headed off to refuel the ship."What, got scared you didn't have anything to do?" He chuckled. "No just wondering if you can afford my drinks tonight! Your wallet is as good as mine!" She laughed and headed off to the fuel pump. She grabbed the handle of the hose and ran over to the ship, and opened the hatch. She plugged the hose to the receiver and the fuel ran freely. She did not bat an eyelash, most models had specific locations for fuel doors. While that was taking care of itself, she rechecked the finish on the panel. She was surprised to see it had dried. She made sure the magnet was still attached, and headed back over to the YT freighter. The high pressure fuel injector finished refueling the ship quickly. She popped the hose off, closed the fuel door and retracted the hose back. The ship paid the toll and blasted off. It didn't stay long.
"Ha-ho! Someone is fired up! Look at you go. You certainly work best when you're pissed!" Drexel laughed, and crossed his arms with a smirk. "Remember the wrench? The one I have yet to strike you with, but you've seen me use it? That may change, I don't care if you're my boss! So don't get uppity with your best mechanic mister!" She smirked wryly as she checked the finish one last time. She ran her glove over it, and wondered if she used a fast drying coat. It was dry to the touch. So she raised the crane and calculated where she needed to move it to set it in place."We are at the two hour mark for work today, we'll be getting rotated out in two hours!" Drexel called out, then turned his attention back to Ni'na, "I thought you liked the tension and nagging sense of approval from me? Come now, don't get sour, it's the weekend!" "I'll be the judge of my own approval Drexel. You hired me, but I made this my own thing," She answered with a proud smile. No matter how she went about though her beginnings were humble. At fourteen she went up to the man and asked for a job. She knew nothing of the field to begin with, but that perpetual condescension drove her to succeed in everything. She picked up a wrench, and could use it like it was an extension of her arm. Machines and computers had a way of talking to her.
Bad RomanceThe playlist shifted through a few songs and landed on another at the end of the exchange between her and Drexel. She rubbed her nose with her greasy glove, and finished getting the crane back into position. She lowered the panel slowly, and slipped it into place. She walked up to it, and used her weight to shove it flush. Then she used her plasma torch to weld the panel back into place. The weld was so fine it was near impossible to see it. Still she sanded it down with a small grind stone. To make it look flush and smooth. She bounced her head to the music as she took out her pneumatic screwdriver and popped rivets into place at all key points, making it airtight. "Hah! Drexel, you owe me a drink!" "We were taking bets? I wasn't aware, and I thought i was paying for yours already," He scoffed."Oh but you have to pay for a separate drink for me entirely one extra special for making a panel as flush and manufacturer quality as this!" She smirked and crossed her arms triumphantly.
Drexel knew how this game went, and walked over, ready to find some sort of flaw like he usually did, or make up one if he was feeling antagonizing her, "Let's see here...I think I..." He rubbed his chin, and found himself scanning the panel over and over. The tone was right with the rest of the coloration of the craft, the rivets were indeed flush, as was the panel. He realized if it wasn't for seeing where Ni'na put it, he could not see it himself. He still had to say something to keep her improving He opened his mouth with a grin, "well it's-" "A grand beauty little lady, you did a fine job on her!" A man walked up to her, wearing a duster, brown boots, a holster with pistols, and had brown fingerless gloves. He had a red kerchief around his neck, and a grin. "I was going to pay your dock master for the work, but I think you earned this one yourself. Not to mention I'll probably tell people along my route about your exceptional skills." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a marked credit chip, for fifteen thousand.
"Sir, I, " She looked at the chip and handed it back to him, "I can't take this much, it was just a panel repair and a hyperdrive flush...it's not even three thousand!" "Nah, Hutts pay well, too well. I'll be fine, what is your name?" He asked as he closed her hand around the chip. HIs boyish face smiling at her."Ni'na...Ni'na Me..." She flushed and held the credit chip close, somehow it felt significant to her despite making those kind of payments on freelance restorations.
"Hey! Where is the payment for the work?" Drexel grunted irritatedly. "Twenty five hundred, as estimated," He pulled out a second chip and handed it to him, "as for your name Ni'na Me, I will remember it. Remember mine, Zalus Bidan." He saluted to her, and headed up the ramp of his blastboat. The engines fired off and the ship became but a speck in the sky.Ni'na held the chip close, for whatever reason it felt significant, was it the approval? The sense of professionalism? Was she truly as good as she was just paid for? Either way, that man gave her no small sum if one was not a powerful businessman. She could remodel the apartment, and make more garage space with this amount. She pocketed it, and regained composure with a shake of her head and lekku.
She looke to Drexel and smiled with a lopsided tilt of her head, "Well I'll be off. Only half an hour left! Bye!" Drexel called out after her, "What about the drinks?" "Some other time!" She called back, she wanted to go home and enjoy her moment in peace.
Drexel shrugged, and looked to the crew, "Well let's clean up and prepare for rotation! Those drinks are waiting!" They began the process to get ready for the rotation of shift.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 17:30:50 GMT -8
The YV-100 light freighter that settled into the repair slip was far from its glory days, if it had ever had any to begin with. The ship was listed as being owned & captained by a Z'har Desmonde, which any amount of digging would reveal as a mid to low level accountant from a Corporate Sector Authority legal firm on long term medical leave for unstated reasons. The name of the ship, freshly printed over hull paint that had faded from whatever its original colour was to grey, was "High Maintenance". The ship very much fit its name as even from outside the ship, the mechanics at the dock could seen or hear any number of faulty parts & systems at work. It seemed nearly miraculous that the ship could fly at all.
Once more or less safely on the ground, the boarding ramp dropped. Or tried to anyway, as it got stuck halfway. A few moments later a pair of boots descended the ramp. Fiddling with one of the struts for a moment, the ramp suddenly dropped the rest of the way, nearly spilling the figure out onto the ground. Only a stabilizing hand on the strut itself kept him upright. The man in question looked to be in his mid twenties or early thirties, with a light tan that spoke more to recreational outdoors than someone that worked outside for a living. Long black hair was pulled into a complex bun at the base of his skull. His clothing had obviously been picked to mimic the style favoured by light freighter pilots, but little details would make it obvious to any true spacer that this wasn't a 'real' captain. A pair of fitted metal lenses over his eyes & matching nostril plugs marked him as having been raised on a pleasure world & unused to the pollution of industrial worlds or the pollens of less strictly moderated worlds. The low trimmed horns on his forehead finally identified him as a zabrak, though the lack of the tribal scars meant he had not been raised by other zabraks.
Making his way over to the station to get a mechanic, Z'har spoke with an accent that was distinctly outer rim, though that rare brand of outer rim that attempts to mimic the core.
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I have a faulty pseudo-grav plate in the rear hold, I'm going to need a real hot-shot with a wrench to fix it up for me.
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 22, 2016 20:53:12 GMT -8
The dock workers looked at the train wreck of a vessel. The evening dock manager Athran came over and rubbed his chin. He shook his head also realizing the sorry state the vessel was in. His first thought was to crack a joke, but to insult a man's ship was to insult his home and livelyhood. He nodded as he looked thoughtfully.
"Welcome to our dock. My name is Athran. I'm the evening Dock manager. There are two things, good news is, you came to the right dock. The bad news is you're an hour late. We just changed shifts and crew for the docks. Our best mechanic went home for the evening, and our main team is off for the weekend. How urgent is your need? I can get you room and board. Otherwise disturbing our best mechanic on...their day off would be unwise."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 19:26:37 GMT -8
Z'har rubbed his chin for a moment as he thought it over.
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I really need it done with 24 hours at most, I'm somewhat on a schedule. If she will be back in the morning, I can sleep on the flying death trap, otherwise I might have to get the job done later.
The death trap jab happened at roughly the same time as him patting the underside of the hull. An action that also knocked a fairly large clump of rust free. The large zabrak apparently failed to notice this.
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 23, 2016 19:45:16 GMT -8
He never said 'she' from what he recalled, so either the man was perceptive or he let it slip elsewhere in his conversation. He looked over the ship and scratched his head, Ni'na would be pissed that she had to come out here on her weekend off. Though a weekend for her was working on ships, and binging on video games. Athran nodded, this was money for the spaceport, or at least money for Ni'na.
"No, none of my crew would be able to get it done in a day. Our best, she's well...difficult to deal with. Prideful mostly, and likes her days off. I'm not going to turn down a customer for the sake of convienence though. Let me hail her." His hand flew across the keypad of his datacomputer. It ran for a bit then someone picked up.
::What Drexel? Need someone to drive you from the bar? I'm racking up the kills against this noob gungan player, can't you just sleep in the alleyway?:: An Irritated voice called out.
Arthran rolled his eyes, and shook his head, "It's Athran. I do not care about your online exploits or your day off, we have a customer with a request my crew will not be able to fix in a timely manner. I'm calling you in."
There was a pause on the other line followed by some mumbled cursing, ::I'll be there, give me a few.::
"Much appreciated Ni'na," He replied and hung up. "Give her about fifteen minutes to get here, she walks," he spoke to Z'har.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 19:54:55 GMT -8
-Z'har
Much appreciated. The name is Z'har, Z'har Desmonde by the way.
There was a series of popping sounds from the rear of the craft. A moment later, the back port corner of the ship began to sag as the landing strut holding that corner up began leaking hydraulic fluid out onto the landing pad.
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 23, 2016 20:03:58 GMT -8
"Well Z'har, what are looking to get fixed over all here today? Just the Grav plate?" He asked as visibly winced when he saw the ship sag on its landing struts. He could not imagine that this was a ship he purchased by choice, but sometimes some of the most important people flew unassuming heaps. Sometimes one could tell the significance of an individual based on the spectrum of ship condition. Sometimes the wealthiest individuals would try to buy the least put together craft to remain anonymous or inconspicuous, and the opposite effect would happen. Overcompensation.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 20:43:30 GMT -8
The zabrak didn't seem extremely worried about the sagging ship. Shoving one hand in a pocket & scratching the back of his neck with the other, he just kind of watched it happen. After a few moment the sagging stopped getting worse.
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Truth be told, I bought the ship in order to help improve myself & fix it all up myself. I'm doing fairly well so far, but the grav plate just has me all kinds of stumped. Honestly, I'm much better with droids. Used to tinker with them as a hobby. I didn't think a ship would be too different.
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 23, 2016 21:00:00 GMT -8
"So you get better on the inside, while your ship fall apart on the outside? You know what a powder keg is right?" A voice came from a door leading into the space port and a twi'lek woman of 5'8" stature walked up to them. She was blue, with an unusual wrap around pattern of violet like someone took bands of purple painted cloth and wrapped it around her, forgetting to wash it off afterwards. Her eyes were an ice blue, and her gaze was one of confidence and pride. She could barely look at the poor excuse of a ship, she knew some people just got a kick out of flying junkers. This man was one of those people. She would rip him for flying a junker but would only fix what would need to be fixed.
"Grav plate eh? Just the grav plate or is that a...anyway, none of these chumps could fix it before morning. I'll fix your landing strut too," she didn't even have to look at it, she could tell by the smell the fluids from the leaking strut gave off. She looked to the man and extended her hand to shake his, "My name is Ni'na Me, most competent, and able mechanic on Malastare."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 21:08:59 GMT -8
-Z'har
Z'har Desmonde, A pleasure to meet you. Actually, the real goal is to fix it up myself. I get better on the inside while I am making the ship better on the outside. It is an allegorical thing. Anyway, the primary systems work fine. The life support & engines won't fail. probably
Leading the way up the boarding ramp, Z'har made his way to the rear cargo hold. One of the three grav plates in the area had the access covers pulled aside to show the faulty plate. Stepping around so that he was out of her way but could still watch, he vaguely motions her to take the lead.
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 23, 2016 21:48:35 GMT -8
"Whatever helps you sleep at night and makes you warm and fuzzy, Chief," She followed him up the ramp, pulling up on her utility belt making sure it was tight. She followed him until he let her take the lead, and she headed to the back of the ship. She spotted the grav plate, since the grate was taken off of it. She looked at it for a moment and started her work, nothing looked wrong on the outside. She used her tools to take the grav plate off and inspect it. The copper conductors were rusted through, from water damage.
"Calcification on your conductor coils, something is leaking onto it," She said and took out a flashlight to inspect where the leak was coming from. She found it quickly. It was a cracked water pipe for cooling the grav plates. Her hands reached into her pockets for a resin applicator and a rag. She dried off the hose as best she could and used the sealing resin to make sure it wouldn't leak any more. Ten minutes went by while she applied the resin. She then looked to the rusted conductor coil, and took out a bottle of vinagar, and splashed it on the rust. With a ball of steel wool, she scratched the rust away.
"So, you work with droids?" She asked finally making conversation.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 20:05:24 GMT -8
-Z'har
Technically? No. I'm an accountant. I do however find working on droids a relaxing hobby. I do have a couple on the ship in fact. Well, all the pieces anyway.
There was a somewhat disturbing gurgle from deeper within the ship for a moment, one that defied all attempts to identify its source. After a few moments it faded, as something else on the ship left out a sharp hiss.
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I actually figured a ship would be more of the same, but bigger. Due to certain, *ahem* reasons, I have found myself on a rather lengthy paid leave. I really needed something to do with my time & had always wanted to see the galaxy away.
The large man shrugged, then leaned against the bulkhead.
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 25, 2016 4:56:21 GMT -8
"So parts? You like working with droid parts, and ship parts that look like a ship?" She chuckled as she scrubbed the copper conductor clean. She understood though, having a ship to fix up but continually falls apart elsewhere. A metaphor for life in some cases. She had seen many ships like this, and many captains and pilots equally as philosophical about it. Everyone from accountants to force users. This guy though, he surrounded himself with brokenness. It made her wonder who he was really.
Ni'na took her rag and buffed out the copper, rubbing briskly for a minute. She paused when she heard the gurgling noises. She tilted her ear cone up, to listen carefully, she nodded when she was satisfied she knew what she heard. She stood up and lifted up the grav plate. Her biceps flexed a moment, revealing the toned muscles she had, despite how tiny her waist was. She set the grav plate back in place and it whirred and glowed humming happily. She brushed off her hands, and before he could say another word about how great his life was and how he was living on borrowed time while flying around, the ship's condition irked her beyond reckoning. She headed back to the engine room to figure out what the gurgling was, it was either low fluid pressure or another leak somewhere causing air bubbles in hoses or pipes.
"Well there's a huge difference between a pet project, and your baby, you don't fly around in a pet project you consider your baby," She finally spoke up and took out a meter to read the fluid pressure in the engines.
"I'll throw in the fluid flush and refill for free, we'll test for leaks too. If you don't keep the leaks in check, the fluids won't do jack as they sit, it's why they're gurgling, you have air in the hoses. Think if it as hemorrhaging. You wouldn't want your own body bleeding on the inside, so why let your ship do the same?" She scanned the ship for piping specs while she talked.
"I've been working here since I was fourteen. I was lucky considering how crime ridden this world is. I refused to be a stereotype to my species, and got a hard and honest working job as a mechanic. Four years later, I have a house, and a small freelance swoop, and speeder repair business. I also end up working on the malastare race track from time to time as a hired on pit crew manager. I hope to add weapons and armor crafting to that resume soon too. This is my life, machines, grease, tools. I never took on the life of an escort, or whatever the norm is. I look at it and wince at the thought of who I could have expected to be. My livelyhood is here." She looked to him and shook her head, "Pardon the ramble, I don't get too many conversational customers."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 18:07:31 GMT -8
-Z'har
Only if you don't mind me helping out & learning a few new tricks from you.
Z'har manages to interrupt her scan by holding out a datapad, on the screen was the full specs of the ship. While the listed stats & scans were far different from a factory fresh one, they had been taken by Z'har himself not that long ago.
-Z'har
Sounds like you are right handy with a wrench. & by all means, continue rambling. Half the fun of travelling the galaxy is mingling with the locals.
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 25, 2016 18:44:52 GMT -8
Her eyes glowered a little bit at the wording of 'tricks' she hated being hit on and mistaken for some kind of easy thing due to being a Twi'lek. She dismissed it for the time being and nodded.
"I could teach you a thing or two about electronics and shipwork. Like I said, I'm quite skilled in those things. I taught myself, I'm no easy to get twi'lek escort. I've never done that in my life. I work honestly, and diligently, and am known for my works. I'm a proud lady. I think you're lacking fluids in your ship, from the leaks. I'll get to replenishing them. It's important to maintain your ship. I don't know how much your life reflects your ship, but I can take a couple guesses. My advice, don't let your home be an allegory. It's why I can honestly say I've never taken up the trade of what my species is known for and sold for. I guess I'm lucky and gifted with a mind that can be put to task to fix things. I saw a wrench and just started fixing things."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 19:33:25 GMT -8
Z'har nods as she rambles on. He was starting to get a feel, mainly from her returning to a certain topic, that his wording had been misunderstood.
-Z'har
I meant no disrespect. I was referring to mechanical tricks, not the street walker type. I'm just old fashioned I guess, but most of the Twi'leks I've met have been in business or mercs. Not as much market for the 'exotic' hookers out in the corporate sector I guess.
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