This Droid needs repairs, Jen

[Kelictu Moreantu]

VV7-Q0Z is awaiting his new supposed repair person, the one he has to go to whenever he needs repairs. He's in his ball mode, awaiting the person who is going to do a maintenance check on the droid. whoever is repairing him and doing a maintenance check on him has already been told where he was from, the fact he has a human brain inside the droids head, and that he is obviously sentient, so this mechanic needs to be careful with what he or she says. He'd be in the repair bay, not moving an inch until the mechanic shows up. [member="Jen"]

 

[Jen]

Antecedent was a nice place for city dwellers. Jennifer saw it as her home. From the behemoth skyscrapers that lined the Central of the world, the cities capital, to the ever lit neon shaded sky she saw it as something she held dear. It was a wonderful experience to breath in the atmosphere of the world during the evening hours, a little tradition she had been tending to ever since she arrived here. It was a good way to clear your head of thoughts.

Tonight the noises were calming as ever, the sounds from thousands upon thousands of people walking the broad streets, their mixed inaudible talking and the commercials that played upon the large holo, brightly neon colored billboards were at their usual. It was nice. If it hadn’t been so far away Jennifer would have walked, but tonight she had agreed to do some work in one of the repair bays that lined the manufacturing facility close to Ground Zero.

After a few minutes of flying she finally arrived in her luxurious phoenix shuttle, she streatched herself as she exited, the driver would obviously wait for her return and without much talk she would enter the repair bay to spot the curled up droid. Her own softs steps followed by a couple of guard droids “Sleeping are we?” She would call out, the work lights turning on inside the old repair as she entered.

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[Kelictu Moreantu]

VV7-Q0Z would go into his natural walking mode, the door opening and the mechanic walking in. "You could say that, maybe. I was awaiting for when you showed up ma'am." He'd look at the guard droids, feeling like they shouldn't be here. "Are the droids necessary ma'am? They...they kinda make me feel uncomfortable..." Once asked her this, He'd go to the closest repair station in the room so then she can start her work. [member="Jen"]

 

[Kelictu Moreantu]

"Miss? Are you gonna do anything, or just contemplate on what to do?" He'd be standing there, waiting for her to do something (Please respond;sorry, i'm antsy) [member="Jen"]

 

[Jen]

Jennifer moved forward into the repair bay without much hesitation, a slight smile seen upon her face as she with a single hand brought forth a small leather case and popped it open with a single finger, grabbing a long cigarette from its inside which she tucked into the corner of her lips.

She waved dismissingly at her DD-S1 droids, so they could take position around the room, giving more room for WY-Q0Z and Jennifer. “They are, it’s dangerous times we live in I’m afraid.” Jennifer said, her voice melodious almost, yet a hint of her ties to the criminal syndicate would remain in her accent, a pretend gangster attitude heard in it. She moved a bit closer to the repair station, now finally taking a proper look at W7. “So what is it exactly you want repaired… You… Are a special case… If you know what I mean.”

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[Kelictu Moreantu]

"I just need a maintenance check, along with some quick repairs on my neck..." He'd watch as the two droids left the room, and looked at her as she approached with her tools, ready to work on a droid that was built during the Clone Wars. (I apologize for rushing you on posting, and since I now have a time range for whenever you post, it'll be very uncommon now if I rush your posts.)

 

[Jen]

As the guard droids took place in the corners of the old repair bay, Jennifer started to move closer, her eyes still surveying the droid with mild curiosity. She had heard a bit about its story, but other than that she was unaware of its story, perhaps the only thing that was obvious was that the droid was a relic.

“Good, stand still now.”

It was surprising how fast and efficiently Jennifer worked once she begun on taking a proper look at VV7, tightening a bolt here and there, a hand grabbing the droids neck and craning it to inspect the joints that held it in place. She was rather careless in some way, not seeming to care a lot for the droid being rash and harsh when she moved it, not really waiting when it would eventually talk.
“Alrighty then…” She would mutter after a few minutes of very basic maintenance and problem analysis, a hand digging for something in her pocket. The clank from metal against metal would be heard a second after, as she slapped an immobilizer on the droid so it wouldn’t be able to move too much. She inserted a few cables here and there to keep track on the droid, starting to rework various smaller problems that seemingly was with the droids function, fixing its neck and making sure its leg were attached properly.

Half an hour later Jennifer let out a sigh and wiped her forehead, lighting a cigarette as she removed the immobilizer and stood, gathering the few tools she had used. “I suppose not you’ll need a memory wipe too, eh? Just send the credits soon enough.” She grinned, taking a puff from the cigarette before turning to walk off.

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