Saul Whesai
Character
Location: Respite's Hangers
The sounds of grinding and sparks hitting the floor of the hanger as Saul finished wielding a replacement armor plate to the Flyswatter's hull. Working on fighters wasn't the first thing he had in mind when coming here but his name was on the duty roster for maintencing the military ships and atleast he knew the Flyswatter's design from his time at Si Tech. Thankfully, this one wasn't too bad off. It had just been shinged by ground fire when it had attacked a closeby pirate base. And it was a good thing too. From what he knew, these ships were only good if you could get the drop on someone. If someone gets the drop on you... well the Flyswatter wasn't one of Si Tech's more heavily armored designs. You either eat or get eatten in this thing.
Saul was guts deep in the machine by the time Lunch came, maintencing the ships distortion projector. Given this is what helped the pilot avoid an opponents tracking, losing it mid fight wasn't an option. And so he might as well check on it while he had this Lady opened up and repair what was needed. And the cyborg was good at repairing electronics. Atleast until a stray spark from the saudering iron got into his welding gloves and he pulled out from the compartment, swearing like a nerf herder. Running a hand over his eyes, he couldn't help but groan as he mumbled to himself. "Guess its time to take a break before I break myself." And a ronto burger sounded good right now.
The sounds of grinding and sparks hitting the floor of the hanger as Saul finished wielding a replacement armor plate to the Flyswatter's hull. Working on fighters wasn't the first thing he had in mind when coming here but his name was on the duty roster for maintencing the military ships and atleast he knew the Flyswatter's design from his time at Si Tech. Thankfully, this one wasn't too bad off. It had just been shinged by ground fire when it had attacked a closeby pirate base. And it was a good thing too. From what he knew, these ships were only good if you could get the drop on someone. If someone gets the drop on you... well the Flyswatter wasn't one of Si Tech's more heavily armored designs. You either eat or get eatten in this thing.
Saul was guts deep in the machine by the time Lunch came, maintencing the ships distortion projector. Given this is what helped the pilot avoid an opponents tracking, losing it mid fight wasn't an option. And so he might as well check on it while he had this Lady opened up and repair what was needed. And the cyborg was good at repairing electronics. Atleast until a stray spark from the saudering iron got into his welding gloves and he pulled out from the compartment, swearing like a nerf herder. Running a hand over his eyes, he couldn't help but groan as he mumbled to himself. "Guess its time to take a break before I break myself." And a ronto burger sounded good right now.