In Hyperspace, No One Can Hear You Scream

It is BBY 3. The Jedi have been eradicated as an order, and all remnants are being hunted down as part of Emperor Palpatine's brutal scourge of threats to his tyrannical control of the Galactic Empire. The Rebel Alliance is scattered, barely a dream in the eyes of its leaders, and small crews, pockets of committed resistance fighters, are banding together to perform daring, often impossible, acts of bravery to strengthen and build the fledging Rebellion.

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Re: In Hyperspace, No One Can Hear You Scream

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The ship is greeted by one person, one person only, a woman of middling years with grease-spattered mechanic's overalls and a bun of iron-gray hair so tightly gathered one wonders how, or whether, it comes apart when let down. She is broad shouldered and hipped, the sort of build that implies she has no issue carrying equipment of any weight or correcting any ill-spoken pilot of any size, and her skin and eyes are as brown as Tavassian tea. Her name is N'frah, and her reputation is such that any ship brought her way is reparable, no matter how extensive the damage. She is familiar to most aboard the Ember, if not a friend to any.

She does not look at the people disembarking the ship.

"Iffin I were quick t'judge," she drawls to herself as she walks around the vessel, "I'd be thinkin' this lady were too abused t'be loved by her cap'n, even if I knows that innit true." She rests her hand on the hull. "Gonna need a Hutt's weight in metal just to be fix'n up the hull. Issokay, my girl, I'll be havin' ya pretty again soon enough. I promise ya such."
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Re: In Hyperspace, No One Can Hear You Scream

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"Iffin I were quick t'judge," she drawls to herself as she walks around the vessel, "I'd be thinkin' this lady were too abused t'be loved by her cap'n, even if I knows that innit true." She rests her hand on the hull. "Gonna need a Hutt's weight in metal just to be fix'n up the hull. Issokay, my girl, I'll be havin' ya pretty again soon enough. I promise ya such."
"PAH!" comes a loud, echoing shout from one of the exterior vents as N'frah makes her rounds, assessing the damage. Mana's filthy head comes poking out excitedly, but her expression falls into frustration at the older mechanic's stoic expression. "<I'll get you one of these days,> Niffie," Mana pouts, hoping to finally get a rise out of her friend/acquaintance.

She pulls herself out of the tight space like Kowakian Monkey-Lizard, dangling for a moment from the metal before landing with a soft thud on the duracrete below. "<The old man was being so rough with her on this trip. Thought she'd shake apart from the stress alone,>" she reports, ratting out Sindren without a single shred of guilt.
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