Kamon Vondiranach
Heart in a Jar
Sluis Van, Spaceport
"Look. It doesn't need a new hyperdrive and I know you don't stockpile Echani parts. It doesn't need them. All it needs is an engine tune up and some fuel. I'm not asking you to take it apart and rebuild it."
The Sluissi nodded his head in final understanding. While it had kept it's cool, Kamon had come close to cracking an egg on his forehead and frying it. They were incredibly gifted with ships, these people, but sometimes their meticulous nature was a bit more than annoyance. He sighed and rubbed a hand through his hair, wondering how much it was going to cost him to get his fighter fixed. He could take it back to Eshan and have Eshan Industrial's people fix it up good as new, but he didn't see the point in going to that extent when the Sluis Van yards were half the distance away from where he'd been.
That said, the engine just needed a spit shine after its recent run of combat, and he needed refueled so he could head on his way to... wherever it was he had decided to go now. He didn't actually know that.
"I'll be back in a few hours to check on things."
The Sluissi nodded and went back to what it was doing. He, meanwhile, moved off into the spaceport. Wearing typical Corellian garb, the only way he really stood out was the lightsabers that he wore on his belt. Two of them, long and silver; one on either side of him. Here he didn't need to be cautious about who he was, and what he could do. These people were friendly to the Jedi. He wandered inside, into the throngs of people. Sluis Van was a busy port, so he figured on getting bumped and jostled around at least a little bit while he was there. What he didn't expect to see was a familiar blonde head moving through the crowd.
Spencer?
[member="Ibaris Varanin"]
"Look. It doesn't need a new hyperdrive and I know you don't stockpile Echani parts. It doesn't need them. All it needs is an engine tune up and some fuel. I'm not asking you to take it apart and rebuild it."
The Sluissi nodded his head in final understanding. While it had kept it's cool, Kamon had come close to cracking an egg on his forehead and frying it. They were incredibly gifted with ships, these people, but sometimes their meticulous nature was a bit more than annoyance. He sighed and rubbed a hand through his hair, wondering how much it was going to cost him to get his fighter fixed. He could take it back to Eshan and have Eshan Industrial's people fix it up good as new, but he didn't see the point in going to that extent when the Sluis Van yards were half the distance away from where he'd been.
That said, the engine just needed a spit shine after its recent run of combat, and he needed refueled so he could head on his way to... wherever it was he had decided to go now. He didn't actually know that.
"I'll be back in a few hours to check on things."
The Sluissi nodded and went back to what it was doing. He, meanwhile, moved off into the spaceport. Wearing typical Corellian garb, the only way he really stood out was the lightsabers that he wore on his belt. Two of them, long and silver; one on either side of him. Here he didn't need to be cautious about who he was, and what he could do. These people were friendly to the Jedi. He wandered inside, into the throngs of people. Sluis Van was a busy port, so he figured on getting bumped and jostled around at least a little bit while he was there. What he didn't expect to see was a familiar blonde head moving through the crowd.
Spencer?
[member="Ibaris Varanin"]