Repair Job. (Rugs, DLA open)

[Lobo]

Kara moved into the hanger area of the DLA. Most of the men around the DLA had learned to leave the short Corellian born zeltron girl alone. It hadn't taken long for them to lean to leave her be. She would patch them when they needed it, talk to them. Listen tho their thoughts and fears, but she wouldn't accept any funny business. Until she had gotten there the only thing they had was an old Medical Droid named Serge.


Today she was on her way to the hanger for some much needed relaxation. Not many people would call tearing apart the motor of an old VD-31 Speeder Bike and putting back together relaxing, but most weren't gear heads like Kara was. To her there was nothing more relaxing than dealing with something that cant complain about its hurts, or flirt with her. Machines were simple. Run a diagnostic, and fix the problem without any complaining.


She walked by another mechanic and doesn't even spare them a glance. She merely heads to the work space she had been assigned and grabbed up her tools before going over to the VD-31 and got to work tearing the motor apart to get at the faulty wiring and power converters that had rendered this unit inoperable. Despite being in the security of Homestead, Kara had her blaster on her hip. She was dressed in semi form fitting trousers and a snug fitting tank top along with her customary combat boots. As she removes the first panel she frowns and checks the diagrams. She had never worked on this model before, it might be a bit of a challenge. A good two hours ready she has the block halfway torn apart when she yelped and spun about delivering a wild hay-maker to the side of Noodles casing with her cybernetic hand. The little droid had pinched her rear..."I am going to use you for scrap!!!"

[Rugs]

Something about the whir of machinery comforted Al. The smell of ozone from electricity buzzing nearby, the feel of greasy oil on his hands, his arms, in his hair… It was a nice distraction, he supposed, from the constant struggle that raged across Dantooine.

Not that there weren’t struggles in the garage. But these were struggles of a different sort.

He’d been hard at work for most of the afternoon on a personal project of his, trying to get the tuning on one of the DLA’s speeders adjusted just so to squeeze an extra bit of power out of it. The increase wouldn’t be phenominal, but in a hit-and-run, every bit of power they could squeeze out of the machinery counted.

Not to mention the work could be applied across their meagre fleet of speeders, over time.

If I can get it t’ work, he thought, teeth gritting as he strained with a wrench to get a nut free from where it’d stubbornly stuck itself. He leaned his weight against it, muscles straining to the point of pain, and the nut still stubbornly refused to give way, then gave way all at once.

Al’s weight weight carried him forward and his head met with a solid thunk against a raised cover. “GAH!” he squealed, followed by a few mutterings and gripings as he rubbed his oily hair. “No blood,” he grumbled. “Guess I’ll be alright.”

"I am going to use you for scrap!!!"

Al, caught off guard by someone’s sudden frustration, lifted his throbbing head to peer around the garage. Most of the other mechanics were hard at work on other jobs or projects, except for one…

“Hey now,” he said. “Can’t be rude to the machinery. Gotta treat it gentle, and y’sure can’t go threatenin’ it.”

[Lobo]

Kara had been about to take the hydro spanner in her hand and begin beating on the droid when a voice called out to her. She whirled and leveled the wrench like a club at the man who had spoken to her.
"Stay out of thi-...." Upon seeing it was Alistair, one of her commanding officers, she clamped up and lowered the wrench. "Sorry Sir, wont happen again, Sir..." She goes to go back to work then spots the shiner on her commanders head and frowned. "You want me to take a look at that Sir?" She says indicating Al's forehead where he had managed to hurt himself. She couldn't help but think males were more accident prone then women. Her hand had already gone to rest on her small med-kit she carried on her belt.

[Rugs]

[You’ve got to remind me if I take a while. Completely forgot in the whir of trying to balance everything else out D: ]

“Hm?” Al’s brows rose when the Zeltron girl, Kara suddenly shifted her demeanor from feisty she-mechanic to clammed-up soldier afraid of getting in trouble. “Um… you don’t really have to call me sir, y’know.”

Hell, a lot of the older DLA called him ‘Kid.’ It was all in good fun. Sometimes. Most of the time.

“Oh, this?” He’d turned back to what he was doing, but he supposed she’d spotted his little bump from banging his head into the metal. “Nah, nothin’ to worry your head about. Just some battle scars from this stubborn ol’ thing.” He flashed a grin. “Wouldn’t be a proper mechanic if I didn’t get one every now an’ again, now would I?”

[Lobo]

Kara struggled with the concept of calling a commanding officer by name. It went against everything she had been taught in the academy. Try as she might, there were some things that she would take a long time getting used to. The lack of order and discipline made her question how the DLA had managed to keep going so far. Revenge seemed like a good enough reason. They all wanted it for one reason or another.

As soon as the grin flashed her way, Kara's chocolate eyes became hard and nearly hostile. He had gone and done the worst thing he could have...sent a stupid male grin her way. He was lucky she didnt clock him. Without preamble she looks over the bruise and snorts. "Only a fool would hit his head on something as simple as removing a removing a bolt."

She turns her gaze to noodle and glares at the droid as it skitters over to hide behind Al, "It pinches my rear again and I am welding it to a wall."