Shela Folt
Air-Head Space Mechanic
Shela let out a huff as she pulled her head out of the inside of a starship's cockpit. An old, half-beat-up V-Wing from a time clearly long since passed. She pulled a rag off of her utility belt and wiped the grime from her face, turning to offer a grin to the client.
"That should take care of her," the Nerite relayed. "Your cooling system was on the fritz, it was getting so hot in there your insulation was melting. That should be enough to get ya to Mon Cala no issue."
The owner of the ship, a Trodatome, babbled out a gleeful response. They offered a bow of respect to the mechanic who had serviced their ship and ascended a boarding ramp up to the cockpit. Shela made sure to clear the equipment from the path of the vessel and called out for hangar staff to guide the starship out. A Jawa and a lanky Quermian moved to get the job done, jarring next to one another. Soon enough, the V-Wing had hovered up and flown off in the direction of Mon Cala. It wouldn't be a long journey from where they were currently parked in the Outer Rim. Shela couldn't help but mutter to herself as she watched them depart.
"Still don't know how the heck they fly anything..." she muttered to herself.
It wasn't long before the Quermian came up to her, speaking in a surprisingly high-pitched voice.
"So... last client for now, Captain?"
"Nobody's hailed us as of yet," Shela shrugged. "Other two vessels are here for the next week, so that puts our schedule dry as a bone. Guess that means you're off the clock for now... just don't run off too far. We may get people dropping in."
The flight control personnel offered a salute to their captain and lumbered off, the Jawa quick to follow. Shela then turned to the magnetic shield of the hangar and gazed out into space, running her hand over her head and through the smoke that billowed out of the top. It had been a slow few days. Sure, they didn't exactly have corporate backing or anything, but maybe she was hoping for a little more. Maybe a bar that was a bit too high. They weren't unfamiliar with slow days on Orion Freeport. Even so, Shela new that the station had value. Even if they could offer service to one person today, that meant that they still were doing something right.
It would just take a little time for the galaxy to catch on. That was all....
OOC: Hello. This is a new idea I had and wanted to get something up for. The Orion Spaceport is a neutral space with no affiliation. I want it to be like that hospital in Gotham but for space travelers who need to get their equipment serviced or want to trade goods and stuff, with limitations of course. They are a morally good group. Anyways, open thread, anyone can join, but nobody fite anybody smile. Thank you.
