slaves, babes and.. caves?

[YUCK]

The x-wing pulled out of hyperdrive and Ethen took a deep breath. "I'm alive, I'm alive." He sighed, wiping a waterfall of sweat from his forehead.

For a brief moment Ethen looked up making sure he ended up in the right spot and he could hardly believe his eyes. Tatooine in all its sandy glory floating right infront of him. If it wasn't for him having to pour every ounce of focus he had into piloting the spacecraft, Ethen would be crying in joy. But before he could land down and have his heart warming reunion with his homeplanet and begin his mission, there was an urgent matter to attend to at the nearby spaceport.

Almost immediately since he left Voss a little red light started blinking on the dashboard of his ship. Ethen had never really flown before and never at great distances like this, so the little light was starting to cause him some worry. Since it would be embarrassing to show up to a trait already dead Ethen wanted to get it checked out before the ship exploded into a ball of fire.

Guided by fear and the force Ethen managed to land down in the small commercial spaceport. The hanger was busier than he would like, a few other ships and their crew occupied most of the area but the Order loaned x-wing fit snuggly in an open spot by the wall. Popping the cockpit open, (one of the few things Ethen knew how to do well) he hopped out. It was scary being in a new place like this but he put on a brave face and pulled back the hood on his cloak.

Hollering to be heard over the crowd Ethen announced his need to anyone who would listen. "Mechanic!? Do you know where I can find a mechanic?!" Most who met his eyes quickly looked away but hopefully someone would take mercy on him soon, he needed to get planet side.

[member="Onru"]

 

[Onru]

The amphibious bipedal known as Onru was stuffed underneath the cockpit controls of an old shuttle. He whirled his hydrospanner to life as it cranked and screwed together layers of wires, panels, and circuit boards from the ship's navigation system. Almost done... The Aka'jor class vessel had become something of a passion project. Its owner was some deadbeat Devaronian who more than likely fled from whatever trouble he got himself into back on Tatooine - a tale not so different from Onru's, really. The Devaronian paid the Mon Cal upfront with a meager sum of credits (so meager his bosses didn't bother to skim any for themselves) to make whatever base repairs he could. Yet as the days passed, the Devaronian made himself at home at the local dive bar. Not once has he stumbled over to the hangar bay to inquire about the status of his ship.

"Ru!" His human supervisor barked from outside the shuttle and knocked impatiently on the cockpit window. "Stop working on this rust bucket and go help the new customer!"

Onru's high-domed head popped up from the control panel. His big round eyes looked even more huge from the magnified lenses of his goggles and made his supervisor jump as they both made eye contact through the cockpit window.

"Who?"

"Some kid! He's parked up front." The human said nothing more as he trotted off to bother someone else.

Onru shrugged. "DUM3!" He called out as he exited the shuttle, shoving the hydrospanner into one of the slits on his utility belt.

The small pit droid adhered to his call and approached Onru holding his powerpack and lift gauntlet with both hands. The equipment was twice DUM3's size, but he held them firmly in his grasp with ease.

"Follow me." The Mon Cal said.

Funky synth music blasted loud in the hangar as the two weaved through the assembly line of ships that were getting worked on by mechanics and droids alike.

Mechanic!? Do you know where I can find a Mechanic?!​

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Onru waved his webbed hand in the air, approaching the customer with DUM3 in tow.

"Right here!" Much to the Mon Cal's surprise, the customer was a young human. What's a kid like him doing around these parts?

"Name's Onru. How can I help?" He asked, eyeing the small spacecraft.

[member="Ethen Syll"]