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Sept 14, 2013 4:35:33 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 14, 2013 4:35:33 GMT -5
Kuat was how it always had been...at least as far as Samantha was concerned: boring! She hardly ever actually got out of her 'little' hole in the ground, which didn't do much for her mood. As a pilot and corellian she longed to be in the sky, flying at top speeds...preferably doing something risky and/or flashy. Of course, considering her current situation and standing in the galaxy, that just wasn't the thing to do.
No, these days her 'good times' tended to be centered around hanging around one of the local dives and people-watching as she occasionally relived the real good times from back in the Sevens in her mind's eye. The remembered faces of those swoop racers never ceased to make her giggle, even after so many years. Of course, remembering such things was bittersweet, and often needed a few drinks to help dull the bitter part. Go figure, dulling bitter with bitter. As it so happened, Samantha wasn't so much a fan of the bitter, being more of a whiskey fan herself, with a good taste for wine thrown in for good measure.
Today it was the whiskey.
Not Corellian whiskey.
It wasn't served here.
That was a travesty.
Ah well.
With her boots kicked up on the long booth seat, she lounged back at her table (her favorite one here) with a datapad in one hand, a small earpiece in her ear, her com-link on her lap, and a whiskey (of the 'normal' variety) settled on the table beside her.
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Sept 15, 2013 16:23:08 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Sept 15, 2013 16:23:08 GMT -5
For Shine, there were few places he could, or would, consider home. Corellia was one of them, the place of his birth and where he was raised to be the man he was. But even since he left it, other places had become what he would consider "home". These places were usually ones that Shine found himself visiting constantly, places where he could take a load off in peace and plan what he was going to do next.
His ship, if course, was his default home. He spent weeks aboard the ship at times, so it wasn't strange that he considered his home away from home. Coruscant was another, a planet that he often returned to, where he had an apartment that was bought and paid for for whenever he needed a place on the ground to stay. And as of late, Kuat had become a much more frequented place as well; he'd always visited the planet and its massive shipyards before on a regular basis before. He had friends there, after all. But with the acquisition of Vistal, visits to the planet had gone up a little.
Usually, stopping by the planet was for the purpose of refueling or repairing the Cat. However, this time Shine had one more ulterior motive. This time, he had a friend to see. And a favor to return.
Finding her didn't take much imagination or difficulty. She worked for the same people who had given Vistal to him, which meant getting her location on planet meant having Vistal contact his "home" and request her location. After that, Shine left Vistal behind to manage to Cat while he went out to have a talk with her. According to Vistal, she spent most of her time when she was off-duty at a local dive; it was a pretty well known one, so finding it didn't take long. Nor did locating her once he got there.
She stood out in a crowd.
Making his way over to the booth she had occupied, Shine took the seat across from her, crossing his arms as he leaned back to appraise her. It wouldn't take her long to realize he was there, if she didn't already. And when she did, she'd find him sitting there with his usual grin plastered across his face, his golden eyes shining in the light of the dive. "My my Sam...living the dream as always, it seems. Nice to see work keeps you busy."
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Oct 7, 2013 15:01:15 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 7, 2013 15:01:15 GMT -5
The good thing about people watching was that you didn't tend to have people sneaking up on you unless they were very good at sneaking...or you were exceptionally bad at watching. Luckily for Sam neither was the case when Shine made his way through the door. Of course, chances were high that he wasn't even attempting to sneak up on her, but....who knew. Either way, even for a spacer (as many of them as there were on the planet, let alone this particular dive) Shine...stood out....a bit more than the normal spacer. With eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dark it was pretty difficult not to unless you were wearing sunglasses, and even then he would have stood out. She would have bet money on it.
As he slid into the booth across from her, she smirked and set her datapad down on the table and looked over at him. Rolling her eyes a bit at his comment, she huffed a half-chuckle/half-sigh in his general direction before looking back out at the crowd. "Don't know any Sam, but if you mean me...oh yeah...work's got me running around real bad." She gave him a sly little wink before giving him a cheeky smile and holding out a hand to him. "Namra Raquad, by the way." Sam hoped he got the hint. Even if Kuat was 'safe' for her at the moment, she wasn't trying to take chances. Who knew when someone might pop up with ears too big and a brain just clever enough to put sight and sound together and get her into a mess of trouble with the authorities.
"So, what'cha doin' around here, Shine? Your buddy got homesick or something?"
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Oct 8, 2013 16:37:44 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Oct 8, 2013 16:37:44 GMT -5
If Shine wasn't already in a good enough mood already, seeing his friend would have turned any of his frowns upside down. Shine met plenty of different people across the stars, both in his profession and without. Of course, Shine met more than a few different kinds of women in his travels, but none would ever compare to Sam. Like him, she was a born and bred Corellian, a master of making her own luck. She was, for lack of better imagination on Shine's part, always a pleasure to look upon in person, a beauty who is one simply by nature. And like Shine, her heart called to the sky, to that vast, endless sea of blue and black, to soar amongst the clouds and stars and feel more at home then anywhere else in the universe.
She was the perfect friend for a guy like Shine to have the honor of knowing. Which was in part of why he was here today; it had been far too long since he'd seen her.
It didn't take a genius to catch Sam's subtle hint, otherwise Shine might have been in trouble. Returning her grin with one of his own, Shine took her hand and shook it firmly and quickly before leaning back in his seat, making a small flourish with his hand as it returned to him. "Ah right, Namra...my apologies for the mistake. I sometimes confuse beautiful ladies with similar names...Sam, Nam, Fam...easy to get confused."
Shine let his eyes wander the dive and its occupants around him, letting those golden eyes of his search in the gloom for any sign of possible trouble at his small slip of tongue. When he saw that no one was staring more intently at them or suddenly rushing for the door, Shine returned his attention back to the lady before him. "What? I need a reason to come here and visit such a lovely lady and friend of mine? Smiling, he waited for her to likely roll her eyes as she usually did whenever he flattered her before continuing.
"To be honest, I don't think Vis gets homesick; he seems to keep updated with home when he can and that's good enough for him. But in all honesty, no, he's not the reason I'm here. I'm sort of here on both business and play, in a way.
I came to see you Nam. I came to repay a favor and offer you something I know you'll want; I'm offering to help you get your wings back. I came to offer you a ship."
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Oct 10, 2013 4:16:22 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 10, 2013 4:16:22 GMT -5
Shaking her head as he reached over and grabbed her hand, shaking it firmly, the woman would sigh at him as she smirked. Sheesh, he was a nut. Most of the time it was fairly endearing, but sometimes it was just over the top. Ah well, she supposed it took one to know one. Goddess knew that sometimes she could be over the top...still..."If you ever meet anyone named 'Fam' tell them I feel for them." Leaning back in her seat, she'd lace her hands behind her head casually as she searched the dive for anything suspicious.
Nope, nothing.
Once she was certain the occupants of the establishment were all going about their own business and not simply faking it (unless someone was very good at it, anyway), grey eyes continued to wander along the people more casually. Giving him a mild roll of the eyes, she'd shrug slightly and smirk at him as she unlaced her fingers, bringing her hands down so she could fold her arms across her chest comfortably. "Well typically, yeah....that's about how it seems to go with just about anyone these days." Certainly Sam didn't mean anything by the comment, but it was the truth of things these days. Because of the nature of her...current situation...most people who came around had a reason more than just dropping by for a friendly visit. As he continued, though, the blond kicked her feet up on her bench of the booth once more and leaned back comfortably.
"Really? He doesn't get homesick at all? Hmm...I can't imagine not being homesick. That's just me, though," she mused quietly. Corellia always seemed to be on her mind these days. Well...mostly. Sort of. Okay about half the time that's what was on her mind. No, really it was probably about a third of the time....yeah, a third of the time. Still! That was quite a bit of time that she was feeling homesick for the planet that had been her birthplace and the center of so many good (and bad) memories. When Shine finally summed up the reason of his visit, however, she gave him the most perplexed look she could muster.
"Pardon?"
Yep. That was about all her baffled mind could muster in response to that comment. He was offering her a ship?! What the hells favor was he repaying that had earned something of that value?! Wracking her brain she tried to remember if, at some point, she had saved his life. No...no, she was pretty sure it had been the other way around several times over. "Did you hit your head or something? I mean, I know I owe you dinner or something for that help on Tattooine...and a drink or two for that supply run a few months back...but a ship?! I don't think I saved your life any time recently....did I?"
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Oct 10, 2013 14:14:37 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Oct 10, 2013 14:14:37 GMT -5
"Well, as life-like as Vistal is, he's still a droid at heart. If anything, he just misses his fellow droids. But I've been running into them often enough as of late so its not been an issue."
Truth be told, Shine never really got the feeling of homesickness. Corellia would always have a fond place in his heart, being the place of his birth and where his family still resided. But after so many years away, spending days or weeks at a time at the helm of his ship at a time, his ship had become his home. It gave him the freedom he wanted, let him soar amongst the skies and the stars and let him see so many different worlds and people. Still, one day he knew he'd go back to Corellia, to where everything that he was started.
Whenever he finally got the courage to face down a family full of law enforcement officers, that was. Shine wasn't the brightest at times, but even he could figure out how his family would react to his "profession". Yea...that would be one dangerous family dinner.
When Shine saw Sam's reaction to his offer, it took a considerable amount of effort to keep his smile from breaking his face. Really, it just could not get any bigger than it already was...but it was sure as space heck trying. He let her mind stew over that, let her come out of the mild shock the words had put her into and speak her peace...and then he waited just a bit longer to really let it sink in before speaking again.
"Oh, I've most definitely hit my head recently. Several times. Usually by other people doing it do me. As for the favor that's being repaid, well...I guess calling it a favor was silly. It's more like a gift.
See, I may not know everything about you Nam, and you about me in kind. But I do know this; you love to fly. I've seen it in your eyes and in the way you soar. Your a pilot, born and bred. So after the loss of your ship, I know it must be killing you to have that taken away from you. Not just the flying, but the flying of a ship to call yours.
So, as a friend and fellow pilot, I'm going to fix that. I have a friend who owns a place up on the space yards, who after nagging for the past couple weeks, has finally agreed to me bringing you up there to see him. Well, him and a few possible ship models. I mean...if your interested, of course."
And oh, Shine knew she would. But it was always nice to try and give people the belief of an option in a matter.
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Jun 12, 2014 7:19:12 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 12, 2014 7:19:12 GMT -5
Sam had her doubts about Shine’s statement when it came to Vis and the other familiars. These droids had seemed to be anything but droids at heart. Of course, she spent quite a lot of time around them. It was difficult to see them as ‘droids’ at all when one spent so much time with one. Well, unless you really tried. Shaking her head gently, she’d just smirk a bit and let it go. He had more interesting things to say anyway!
As he lay out the reasoning behind his offer, the corellian woman could only blink at him. At that particular moment Samantha wasn’t entirely sure if Shine had lost it, or if he was being serious and still had all of his mental faculties intact. Once she decided that Shine was, indeed, still thinking straight she wondered what the catch was. There was always a catch, right? The whole galaxy worked in a ‘I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine’ way and she knew that. It was a sad reality but hell, even she worked that way from time to time. Tipping her head to the side she’d pull her boots off the bench of the booth they were in and turn to face Shine properly, sitting up and giving him an interested look. ”Okay, I’ll bite…but what’s the catch?”
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Jun 13, 2014 11:13:47 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Jun 13, 2014 11:13:47 GMT -5
He had baffled her. Shine could see it in her eyes, in the way she was staring at him, like she was trying to assess whether or not he had all his marbles intact. Truth be told, most smugglers had to have some level of crazy in them. Only a crazy person would undertake some of the jobs they did, fly to the places they went, broke into the places no one else would dare to go. Shine was Corellian pilot to boot; they did even crazier things when they got behind the controls of a ship. Pride in their skill, in their heritage, that utter faith they had in their abilities. They could do some insanely reckless stuff that other people would call them insane for.
Shine smiled at that. Nothing like a bit of crazy to make the day interesting. But in this regard, Shine was being absolutely serious about his offer. He saw the moment she came to understand that herself, finally turning to actually face him seriously, asking the only question that mattered. The catch. Shine simply stared at her for a moment before leaning back in his seat, stroking his chin as if mulling it over. He already knew his answer...but he just couldn't resist messing with her.
"Oh, you know...your utter and unfaltering devotion and love for the rest of our natural lives? Maybe a private party aboard the Cat later, some exercise perhaps? Or maybe just..." he paused after that, giving it a moment, before leaning forward and laughing...""no catch. At all. Like I said, I'm repaying a favor. But its more then that. You let me help you on that incident on Tatooine when you didn't have to. I caused you trouble during that. So I'm making up for that as well. But mostly? I'm doing it because I can, because I want to and because I owe you as a fellow Corellian and a fellow pilot. That's it.
I don't expect anything in return. Anything I get is a bonus to seeing you back in the sky where you belong. Oh. And dinner. Mustn't forget that." He chuckled as he leaned back again, stretching, knowing he had her curious now. "Any other questions before I take you to find the ride back to heaven?"
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Jun 13, 2014 19:28:21 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 13, 2014 19:28:21 GMT -5
As Shine stared at her she furrowed her brow just a tiny bit, wondering what he might be waiting for. Certainly he’d already had something in mind? One didn’t just offer starships without having a price in mind! When he spoke, however, she blinked wide eyed at him. For a half moment she thought he might have been saying something serious…until he came to the unfaltering devotion thing. The feisty woman could only laugh at that and shake her head slowly.
Hmmm…so there was no catch? It was a hard notion to get her mind to accept. She just met so very few people who worked that way that when she ran across one it seemed like a trick. Tipping her head to the side for a moment she’d smirk impishly. ”I think I can do that….dinner I mean! Let’s get a wiggle on, Cat-man!” she stated with such enthusiasm she practically lept out of the booth.
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Jun 15, 2014 3:17:12 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Jun 15, 2014 3:17:12 GMT -5
Shine laughed as Sam caught on to his teasing, enjoying for the briefest moment the look on her face when she thought he was serious. Oh, a part of him wished he could be serious about that. Lord knows he'd spent plenty of quiet nights on the Cat dreaming about her...but then, he dreamed about a lot of people. And what guy doesn't dream about a girl like her? But, for now, his only intent was making his friend happy and messing with her in the process.
As expected, she quickly accepted the notion of a dinner with him in exchange for his deal. After all, she would have been crazy not to make that deal. A ship for a meal? If Shine wasn't getting this done as a massive favor from someone he'd known a long time, he would be getting the massive short end of this stick. But then, seeing her impish smile as she practically dove out of the booth to get to it, even if he was, it would be worth it, just to see that lovely smile upon her features as hope of the skies returned to her heart. It made his heart swell with joy and pride.
"Hah, well alright then Namara. Have to make a short trip; he's got a home base down here and up on the Drive Yards where he makes the repairs. We'll visit his shop first, meet with him about it. And we'll take if from there. Shall we?"
It took little under an hour after that to get a speeder to Wan's shop on the far side of Kuat City. The place was as much as one could expect of a ship building and repair business. Half finished private ships littered the half dozen enclosed hangars behind the main office, while the pair of open hangars in front were littered with a large assortment of new and refurbished ship parts, varying in price from "oh that's not so bad" to "only the rich buy these". Normally, people waited inside the office to speak with Wan or one of his trusted associates. Shine, a frequent visitor and well known as a friend to the man, went straight into his office. Well, office was a bit nice to say. It looked like someone had driven a ship right through it, what with the chaos it was in. And yet, as Shine recalled, the man always knew where to find everything.
Wan was behind his desk when they entered, a frown on his face. That frown snapped right the other way when Shine came up to him, smiling. " Well well, was wonderin when your cocky arse was comin by today. I was beginnin to get a wee bit worried ya won't comin."
"You know me old man....I love to keep people guessing." Wan stared at the pair of them for a moment, scowling at Shine...before he burst out into a laugh and shook his head. He went to move around the desk, the sound of gears turning and metal clanking as he came into view; his robotic legs went all the way up to his hips, the red eye that had taken the place of his right eye glowing as he stepped up to them, its attention on Sam. And the hand he extended to her? Robotic right up to the elbow.
"Wan, at yar service ma'am. I take it ya be the lass Shine be speakin of lately...how did he put it...a golden haired beauty that gets a man's heart a racin?"
Shine put a hand to his face at that, shaking his head before shrugging and winking at Sam. "I take no responsibility for anything he "says" I said. He likes to put words in my mouth when he thinks it'll get me in trouble or embarrass me. As he says, enough trouble to balance the business I bring him. Which is a lot. Of trouble. Ahem."
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 16, 2014 3:46:40 GMT -5
So she was on an adventure now, wasn’t she? Samantha wasn’t exactly following a yellow brick road worried about lions and tigers and bears, but she had Shine, a ship and…a Wan?...to worry about. She could tell, by the way Shine bustled into the shop and straight through to the office that he must’ve known the man for quite some time. Oddly, Samantha was fairly quiet the whole way. Certainly an aura of excitement tingled around the woman but all the way into the office she hadn’t a clue what to think, say, or do about any of it.
Overwhelmed still, she’d follow on Shines coattails right into Wan’s office, looking around with wide, grey, eyes. When she finally got around to studying Wan himself, she did the only thing she knew to do: smile. With a swift sweep of that robotic arm, she’d shake his hand, grinning. ”A pleasure, Mr. Wan…and don’ worry about it. Shine exaggerates everything anyway.”
Chuckling, she’d shrug a little and glance at Shine from the corner of her eyes as he tried to cover his arse. That earned a devious grin from the woman as she folded her arms below her serape. ”I dunno, sounds accurate to me, Shine. You would say something like that.”
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Post by Jazen on Jun 16, 2014 11:43:18 GMT -5
The older man laughed as Sam shook his hand, careful not to squeeze too hard with its mechanical grip. The hand was strong enough to bend steel beneath its metal grip, which came in handy(hah!) when needing to grip a particular piece of equipment(or uppity client) firmly and work on it. He shot Shine a grin as the young lady put him in his place, the smuggler frowning and glancing aside, flustered at the two on one. Still the same as ever. Turning his attentions to Sam, Wan chuckled and motioned for her to take a seat as he clanked his way behind his desk again.
"Aye, that he does. But in ya case lassy, I'd say he's not too far the mark. Ya are easy on the eyes." Plopping his behind down in his chair, he slid forward, his mechanical hand sliding across a console to bring up a viewing screen before them, the hand whizzing through the controls for a moment, focusing on it entirely. Shine, in the meantime, sat on the edge of the one the seats, watching as the man who was like a second father to him worked for a moment before switching back to chat with Sam.
"Hey, at least I said nice things about you to him! Besides...he "does" like to put words in my mouth. Refines them, as he calls it. As if I was some brat with a foul mouth who didn't know how to treat a woman. Bah."
The deep chuckle from Wan turned Shine's attention back to the man, who gave him a smirk before hitting a key on the console that displayed several things; different ship models, mostly, but there was also the designs for base frames that had no model decided for them yet. "Ignoring him for the moment, let's see what we can do for ya lassy. I hear ya be in the need for a ship and Shine pulled all me strings and favors to win me over. Truth be told, I wasn't sold on it yet...but I've seen ya eyes now. You've got the eyes I've seen in only the "true" pilots, so ta speak. A pilot who respects their ship and can truly appreciate it. So, for a lady and pilot like that, I think I can help her out.
Besides..." he nodded his head to Shine, still grinning as Shine seemed to be focused on the various ship models around the room or outside past Wan's windows, "the lad did throw down a fair amount of credits too. Woulda felt guilty otherwise he said. In any case, up here be the models I have on hand that can be easily prepared and given to you within a few days. Good ships the lot of them, only the best quality from me. Now, if none of dese tickle your fancy, pardon my language, then I have several frames that have yet to be built upon. It'll take longer and I'll need your help with your preferences, but I can build you your own ship, fresh from scratch. Da choice be your lassy."
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 21, 2014 5:04:29 GMT -5
Finding a half-decent place to prop herself, Samantha leaned casually with arms folded quietly as she listened to the two banter. She’d had more than her fair share of men chase her around because of her looks since the time she’d hit her teens, and it had only gotten worse as she entered the military. Goddess knew that the yearly calendar they put out was fun, but made life around the base…interesting. Now that she was once more in the…’private’ sector…of life, she’d found that not much had changed. Of course, there was one person she wouldn’t have minded chasing her around but…it seemed like it was going to be the exact opposite case.
”Well, you do say some strange things, Shine…gotta admit. Maybe it’s ‘cause you get tongue tied or something,” she mused with the hint of a smirk on her face and a slight chuckle. Wan’s words, however, brought her back around to the topic at hand. Shaking her head a bit in amusement, the blond could only nod slightly as Wan spoke of ‘true’ pilots. The Sevens had been full of people like that…people who treated their ships as good, or better, than themselves. The ‘Hawks were a part of them: blood, bone and breath were synonymous with fuel, frame and exhaust. The Sevens had lived and breathed flight and fight (in that order), and sometimes (like in Sev’s case) it was difficult to tell where the fighter ended and the pilot began.
Even now, from somewhere in the depths of her memory, the atom-jocky in Samantha could still feel the vibration of the Hawk around her as the cross winds came and went, or the jet wash from one of her wing-mates near by made her fighter jump and jitter around her…the vibration of the control column in her hand almost tangible as she held the edge of the desk she was leaning against. She took a long breath in and out as she only half heard anything Wan said, lost in her own memories of the Hawks…something she’d found again in the Harpy. But…the Harpy wasn’t her own bird. She couldn’t take the Harpy out for a joy ride whenever she liked any more than she could have done with a Firehawk. Slowly, grey eyes would come back around to the sight of the present rather than the glory and glow of the past.
Pushing herself up from the desk she’d been leaning against, she stepped over to the consol he had turned around for her to see the various choices on. ”Well, no point reinventing the rocket if we don’t have to…so we might as well start with what you’ve got on hand and together. I think…” She trailed off there, her expression becoming thoughtful as she debated her next words carefully. ”…I think that I don’t need a freighter much these days. I’d prefer something sleeker, smaller, and more maneuverable. Maybe a scout or patrol style ship if you have something like that…or maybe a personal ship that we could modify to have what I need. After all, I’m willing to chip in my credits for what I’m asking.”
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Post by Jazen on Jun 23, 2014 15:13:26 GMT -5
Shine missed this.
As he bantered with Wan, Shine's mind returned briefly to the days when he'd flown for his home, all those years ago now. He could remember the energy and adrenaline from getting into his cockpit, how powerful and free it made him feel. He remembered his excitement flying besides his fellow wingmen, at being able to fly at all, to shoot down another fighter after they'd dueled in the air. He remembered the thrill he felt behind that stick and then later in the hangar, learning all he could about the ships from Wan himself. It was always a comforting memory...provided he stayed away from the reason Wan was now half-droid.
Shaking himself from the memory, Shine took a position near the consol off to the side, glancing at the ships Wan was showing to Sam. Smiling, he nudged her shoulder(the good one) lightly. "Now Sam, that's just be trying to be charming. And the only time I get tongue tied is when there's another tongue to tie it with. Care to help me demonstrate?" He winked at her, knowing she would likely say no. Still, couldn't fault him for trying; she still played the flirt card and hence, so could he.
Wan merely shook his head as Sam glanced over the models on the screen, his arm hissing as the hydraulics in it moved to propel the fingers as they danced across his keyboard. Much as he missed the feeling of good old flesh there and where his legs had been(and several other bits and pieces), his mechanic ones had made certain tasks that much easier. Heck, the arm alone could clamp hard enough to bend metal in some cases...came in handy when he had to do serious work. As Sam brought up her needs, Wan stroked the small goatee he had for a moment, pondering, before his hand flashed along the controls again, bringing the ships of that class up.
"That's fair enough lass. Although I admit, I love the thrill of building a custom job from scratch.
Now, as to your request, we've got some models on hand. Nothing too new, those are hard nough to come by. But we've a fair amount of ships that aren't ancient yet. Don't have much in the way of fighters I'll admit, those tend to go to big name companies. But scout ships and patrol style craft we've got and can easily adapt to ya needs. Here are the models we got...and of course, my offer to build them from the base stands. Much easier with smaller craft anyway."
Wan slid a datapad to her, transferring data from the console to it. Shine peered at the screen while he was doing this, his golden eyes dancing across the screen. "Gotta say it Wan...you do better then most places when it comes to ships and repairs. It's a heck of a step from running maintenance on a ship."
Wan let out a huff and shrugged his shoulders at that, smiling out of the corner of his mouth as he stretched his still good arm out. "It's called being business savvy...helps that I got oil for blood and designs for brains. I could recite this stuff in my sleep. Now lassy, you just list the kind of craft you'd prefer and follow it up with what you require to be fitted onto it. I've got me some other business to handle but you're free to use the office for now." As he got up to head for the door, he bent down to her ear and whispered softly, grinning in Shine's direction. 'And keep an eye on the lad. Don't let em get into too much trouble while I'm gone."
With that, Wan vanished out the door. Shine watched him go for a moment before perching on the edge of Wan's desk. "Well...looks like we have some work to do. Mind if I help?"
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Jul 5, 2014 22:01:55 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jul 5, 2014 22:01:55 GMT -5
Sam shook her head at his comment, rolling her eyes a little. Truth be told, she wasn’t playing any ‘flirt’ card, she was just being nice…or rather, being herself. ”Yeah, no. I don’t think so, Shine,” she stated in no uncertain terms. Much as she liked the man as a friend it seemed that sometimes he just had to be told what was what without any sugar coating. Turning to Wan, she’d listen quietly and intently.
Nodding a bit, she’d smirk and chuckle. ”Good thing I’m not actually lookin’ for a fighter, then, eh?” She huffed another chuckle and shrugged mildly at both men, pulling her hair up off of her neck and tying it into a ponytail. ”Still, scout and patrol ships would be the closest and easiest to modify to what I want, but hell, I’m not above taking a civilian ship and modifying it. Anyway, I’ll take a look-see.” Sam would smile at that, falling silent to watch the interaction of the two.
”Hah! I can’t keep this guy from gettin’ into trouble any more than I can keep a jedi from fighting a Sith…it’s possible but very highly unlikely.” As the man left, she’d nod to him with a smile, looking up at Shine as he spoke. ”Sure. Don’t see why not…”
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Jul 7, 2014 12:54:23 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Jul 7, 2014 12:54:23 GMT -5
When Sam told him no to his teasing request, Shine finally picked up on the slight change in her tone. It wasn't grand by any means, but considering he liked to be able to say he could read people, Sam's direct answer this time was a clear sign that he needed to stop his games. Shine put his hands up in mock surrender, shrugging and smiling as if it was no grand loss. "Alright, alright. I'll keep my tongue in proper check...for now."
Chuckling at that, Shine shifted so his eyes could dart across the screen after Wan left, turning his attention's to studying the craft before him on the screen. Shine had always loved the notion of flying and after the event that drove him to strike out on his own, he found he enjoyed finding ways to make a ship better then it was. The Black Cat was an example of that. It's original purpose had been the delivery of goods, a freighter to go from point A to point B and that was all. Shine had taken it for himself...and made it better. What was once a docile little thing was now a ship fully capable of going to town with the best of them. It was faster, it had better shields, was equipped to inflict damage on anyone that might try to capture it and had a multitude of tricks up its sleeve.
Taking a normal ship and making it yours, making it unique and special...there was no greater feeling.
Except for Corellian whiskey. And a lady friend. And flying. It was a four way tie really.
"Hey now technically the Jedi try to avoid combat when they can so its not an impossible task! Just you know...an improbable one.
Anyway, we're looking for fast and sleek yes? Big enough to hold some cargo or no? We can easily remove a fair amount for the list either way with that out of the way. We can also eliminate some based off design; some of these look too bulky in the wrong areas if we want to aim for speed...plus I'm sure you'll want to something to bite back in case someone gets too close. Weapon preferences then?"
Shine's mind was already at work now; he would let Sam decide the course that she preferred of course, but depending on which path she took, Shine had some ideas for things that would make her a speck on the radar by the time anyone even gave her a second look. Smuggling, after all, did teach plenty of tricks for evasion...and some that not everyone might think of either. This, he decided, was going to be fun.
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