Hacha wipes his brow a little, annoyed by the heat of the run beading down on him. Before, he had been in the relative comfort of the Republic base, but they had recently passed a new rule about non-Republic personnel using their hanger space. While he was indeed the mechanic of a recognized ship (he was pretty sure he was now on their rolls, thanks to that Sargent) they still looked down on him doing some of his, well, more
experimental work. So, with a new base in place, Hacha had decided to see what he could scrounge up.
Now he was unarmed, feeling more secure close to the base rather than separated, so he set to work, bringing along his tools to pull scrap free.
"Let's see what I can find..."
Scrappin' For Your Piece, Average Mechanics, MM:
3eA+3eP+1eB+2eD 5 successes, 2 advantage, 1 Triumph








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Hacha Tsuko | Tech Modder | Cyberbrain Implant | Flechette Rifle | Turtle's Mechanic"You got something that needs fixing? No? Haha, that's adorable. Stand back and let me work."
Languages Spoken: Basic, Duro
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