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[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 ]

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Don't worry, I've got dismal all covered on my side. With a healthy dose of pessimism. I guess it's too much to ask if you know any astromechs in the area?

[ she grins ]

Figuratively.

Oh. Uh. Great?

Astropmechs? Uh... well I knew a mech named Astro, once? [Helpless shrug.]

O-oh...

I guess it's at least in the right direction.

[ she gives a lopsided grin ]

My name's Jaina.

Ah... not really. But hey. Do I get points for trying?

[He's probably dead now, actually, having had been a Decepticon.]

Oh. Nice to meet you. Sorry, where are my manners. I'm Drift.

Why not. You've been more helpful than some of the others around here.

Back at you, Drift. [ she shakes her head ] So are you a native droid or did someone fly you in on a slimy pod?

I have? Oh I mean- uh. Well. Yes. That's kind of my... duty. Uh-huh.

[He shutters his optics once and gives that dumbfounded stare.]

Droi- oh.

I'm not a-

I'm a Cybertronian. We're our own species. I'm an Autobot. [Just in case she's heard of them, and really, they aren't the most popular species in the universe. In fact they are pretty hated.]

And I woke up in the big ship like most everyone else here.

Sorry, shouldn't have presumed. [ Autobot doesn't register- but not much about this day has so far either. so. ]

In the...pod, thing? Right?

It's okay. Most people do.

[A helpless shrug of his paneled shoulders.]

Well, I woke up in a room, in my alt mode, but close enough. I don't think there's a pod large enough for me and my...

[He kind of gestures to himself. Yeah. All of him. He's kind of an awkward shape to shove in a pod.]

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