First | Video

[greatone]

[the video feed flickers on, showing a young woman with a frustrated expression sitting in front of a smoldering heap of scrap metal. Maybe it used to be an X-Wing. It's hard to tell, really. In her hands is something that looks like a high-tech blow torch, which she uses to weld two pieces of metal together. Once Jaina sees that the connection is stable, she sets it down to look at the recorder ]

Judging from the fact that there's an active network of...some kind here, I'm guessing whoever I'm talking to is able to patch me through to someone who is able to get me parts for a standard X-Wing fighter. Networking.

[ she rolls her shoulders and eyes simultaneously ]

As you can see, I'm having a little trouble getting off the ground. The sooner someone gets me flying the better- don't worry about repairs. I can handle most of them myself. I just need parts.

Now, payment. Since that is typically the first concern for parts dealers in remote sectors like this. Creds are in the other flight suit, but as soon as I get back to base I can guarantee you'll be compensated. I have access to Republic funds. I'm transferring my coordinates for delivery.

Following me so far, mortals? Good. See to it that the Great One is pleased.

[ with a sigh, she turns and goes to start up the blow-torch again ]