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Chase stood some ways away from the worksite of the craft she so often called hers in the time they've been here. Tracing along the green she had practically demanded be added to the craft, nothing too crazy but enough for what counted. Were it not for her record no one probably would have acquiesced to her demands but lucky for her she had some people about who knew why. It wasn't the most un-original of requests, for sure.

With her arms crossed she leaned up against the most useless seeming crate she could find and just looked at the craft, mind wandering as it does.

Working his way around the craft from the other side was a large, hairy engineer with a crapped of assorted tools. He also looked at it appreciatively, although for him it was the good work bring done on bringing back into working order that pleased him.

Finding the place he'd stopped at before his lunch break, Rav was about to get going again when he spotted the flygirl. His experiences with pilots were mixed at best, but what the hell, he was trying to work on his interpersonal skills. "Hey, this your bird?"

"As much as anyone here can claim anything, yea," Chase answered as she looked to the craft for a few moments longer. "Flew it through a tree and managed to land it afterwards. So, you know, take what you can get. Pretty good condition, considering, and for that you're welcome."

Rav looked at her for a long moment and then let out a raspy chuckle. Reaching into a deep pocket he pulled something out and offered it to the pilot.

"You know, I was gonna just leave this in the cockpit for ya with a note. But seein' as yer right here..."

It was a tiny plant. In a tiny little pot. With some soil and moss.

"I pulled that out of the engine intake. Not in the pot obviously. Hardy little thing."

Chase cracked a grin and shook her head, "Guess I'm not the only one that doesn't go down easy. So, you're one of the crew workin' on the bird? I gotta question for ya then. You ever work on droids?"

"Heh. Yeah, I'm Specialist Rav Devaroo. Chief sends me where I'm needed in the hanger, fixin' Spitfires is one of my specialties, but I also blow shit up and rebuild what I can. Bomb disposal seems to be my thing these days." He scratched behind his ears.

"Sure, I've done some work on droids. Mostly repairing rather than programming."

"Nice, cause you see I've got this droid o' mine. My partner, really. Needs a new Chassis, I've got all the bits that make him him but I'm gonna need to get that into a new chassis for the little guy someday. Sounds like something easy enough for you?"

"Ah, and," Chase stepped forward and extended a hand, "Chase, Lieutenant. Pilot."

Baesal was walking the site going back to her truck after taking a pause from her desastrous work. Hours wasted...darn it.

At least the materials were salvageable

Oddyn wandered in... again. Shamelessly looking out for the industrious Togruta to help him further with kiirium. That was the usual outcome of being successful - being pestered for additional tasks but people appreciating one's competence. He saluted from a distance.

Baesal had not seen much mandalorian salutes...and did not know how to reply

So she just waved awkwardly

"So, you're still alive." He used a direct translation of how one greets in Mando'a. "Good! Things are well?" He moved closer, his heavy boots ringing in the hangar.

''I am?'' she replied while checking her pulse with a grin

''With the soul griding work I have done this morning and afternoon I truly wonder...''

"Wonder aloud then. I could enjoy a good rant." He chuckled.

''Sure...I'll do it while I work on what you bring me''

She raised an eyebrow

''That is why you are here, yes?''

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Oddyn's second kirum plating mod, hangar, assist, inventor, bench day 8: 2eA+2eP+4eD+3eB+2eF 4 successes, 3 threat, 2 Dark Side

"Of course. Since you're the best armoursmith around, I keep coming. There's some work still to be done on adjusting the plating, no?" He said unabashed.

''Probably...get your armor on the workbench and let me check'' she said matter of factly

It took some time, but he did just that. As usual during the process he wasn't particularly chatty, reverently focusing on the armour itself.

Chase wrote:"Nice, cause you see I've got this droid o' mine. My partner, really. Needs a new Chassis, I've got all the bits that make him him but I'm gonna need to get that into a new chassis for the little guy someday. Sounds like something easy enough for you?"

"Ah, and," Chase stepped forward and extended a hand, "Chase, Lieutenant. Pilot."

Rav took her hand in his paw. "Pleasure... Long as you don't take this bird back in for another round of tree-huggin' that is." He chuckled again.

"I don't see why I can't help out with your buddy. Astromech, right?" She was a fighter pilot, it made sense. "Might take a bit of time but I can probably convince the Chief to let me do it on the clock. Where's he at?"

"I have his important bits tucked away, not on me right now obviously, but I can bring him down here to let you give a look sometime? And don't worry, flying through trees isn't something I intend to repeat. I'm sure I can come up with something more interesting than that for next time," Chase added with a grin.

Rav's face dropped a little at her quip. "Ah crap, me and my big mouth." He smirked back at her. "How about landing it in a hanger for a change?"

He moved over to pat the Spitfire gently. "She didn't mean it. But yeah sounds good. Maybe we can take a look at your droid tomorrow?"

"Hey, that things come through more flights with me than anyone. Aside from my droid it's about the only other thing I trust, and that's sayin' something there," Chase said, hooking her thumbs in her belt. "You might spend the nights together but it and I keep each other alive out there."

"And yea, I can swing by tomorrow."

Oddyn Vizsla wrote:It took some time, but he did just that. As usual during the process he wasn't particularly chatty, reverently focusing on the armour itself.

Baesal inspected the armor once again with great scrutiny

"Yeah, I think I can do it... hold on" she reached for her cybernetic toolbox as she spoke...not able to reach in the Force

"Won't be easy but unlike my earlier project I will be able to make it by the end of the hour"

"You and your fingers of wonder." Oddyn jested, but in whatever case his armour's condition was at stake, he was also a little tense.

''Glad to see I have not lost my touch'' she replied

''My morning was a waste but better that project then this one''

"Glad to be setting you up for success. Self-esteem is important." He grinned briefly.