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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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...either this is an extreme coincidence or there's another conquering mad-race of monsters with sentient spaceships.

And if by still you mean something that pours out alcohol, consider me interested. [ she looks at her ship, groans ] I think my fighter's a lost cause at this point.

I've got some footage of one of my race of sentient spaceships I can show you. Over drinks -- we'll raise a glass to your fighter, and you can take a look at some of the components I've scavenged. There's an antigrav system I'm trying to figure out.

Hang on... I'll send you a map of where we can meet up.

[Whatever notification noise Kaina's comm has sat up pings -- there is indeed a picture, somewhat rough around the edges, that gives a rough layout of the City and some locations.]

[ Jaina opens it to the screen, evaluating it for second before nodding ]

I think I can manage that. Looks easy enough.

[ she looks at him, eyebrows raised ]

Never thought trading intel on living ships was going to help me get to meet people. [ she eyerolls, but it's in good humor ]

Clearly you just haven't been going to the right kind of parties.

[Kaidan's delivery is perfectly deadpan, although he soon leavens it with a crooked smile.]

I'll take you the rest of the way to my workshop from there. Paranoia settings, y'know.

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