Judah Dashiell
Salvage Empire
@[member="Dirks Hutchinson"] -- Rebel Fleet
The hangar was relatively deserted at this time at night. Most of the mechanics had gone to bed, the droids powered down for the evening, and the Rebel Fleet was on the move. The mobile base and its very small armament of vessels never stayed in one place for long. Coming straight in from Ceto, Judah didn't realize the time until he had walked in on a sleeping Thessa. With his internal time clock thinking it was the middle of the day, he had retreated back to the solitude of the hangar.
Soon the console panel of Thessa's X-83 was neatly arranged on the cold durasteel of the hangar. Normally Judah would have just waxed down her bird and called it a day. Now he was itching on getting his hands on some more mechanical and fixing it. The X-83 didn't exactly need fixing. Tweaking and modifying was a much better term. Wiping the dirt from his hands onto a pair of oil and greased stained pants, he climbed up, feet in the seat as he crammed his body to where the feet normally rested. Running the new wiring for his latest mods, Judah promptly shocked himself, hitting his head in the narrow space.
"Kriff!"
On the ground, Sparky snorted an electronic beep of laughter.
The hangar was relatively deserted at this time at night. Most of the mechanics had gone to bed, the droids powered down for the evening, and the Rebel Fleet was on the move. The mobile base and its very small armament of vessels never stayed in one place for long. Coming straight in from Ceto, Judah didn't realize the time until he had walked in on a sleeping Thessa. With his internal time clock thinking it was the middle of the day, he had retreated back to the solitude of the hangar.
Soon the console panel of Thessa's X-83 was neatly arranged on the cold durasteel of the hangar. Normally Judah would have just waxed down her bird and called it a day. Now he was itching on getting his hands on some more mechanical and fixing it. The X-83 didn't exactly need fixing. Tweaking and modifying was a much better term. Wiping the dirt from his hands onto a pair of oil and greased stained pants, he climbed up, feet in the seat as he crammed his body to where the feet normally rested. Running the new wiring for his latest mods, Judah promptly shocked himself, hitting his head in the narrow space.
"Kriff!"
On the ground, Sparky snorted an electronic beep of laughter.