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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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[It's the bit about the X that gets Kurt's attention, but once he actually gets a look at the aircraft, it doesn't seem like a design from home. Not that that means anything, necessarily, but if she's another mutant he's almost not surprised at this point. What's more interesting is that she apparently didn't come from the ship.]

You might have a little trouble with that, fraulein. Just so I'm clear, you got here on that thing, ja?

[Well, Michiru is more than a little surprised, but it doesn't show in her features.]

Unfortunately, I don't think it will be entirely so easy. But, you landed here in your own ship?

[A brief hesitation before she decides to ask.] What solar system are you from?

[Color Todd unimpressed.]

"Great one"? Well, look who's got delusions of grander.

[Yes, that's not a typo. He really did say that wrong.]

You wanna get help, yer goin' about it all wrong, sweetcakes.

Oh... that's the closest thing I've seen to a functional spacecraft since I got here.

Afraid you probably won't find many parts to repair it, though.

Uh.

Great One?

[he sounds a little too amused when he speaks. sorry about that.]

A fanatic or delusional. I wonder.

Do you need help? Did you crash?

Edited 2012-09-06 02:28 (UTC)

[Someone from the Air Force? X-wing didn't mean anything to Steve but that didn't mean much.

Hang on. Did she not come from the ship?]

You might be able to find a few comparable parts, but as far as specifics go you'll probably have to weld your own if you're that handy with the blowtorch.

Edited 2012-09-06 04:32 (UTC)

[ the eyeroll is almost audible ]

I tried flapping my wings for a bit, but that got a little old.

[That's not very nice. Oh, well, takes the onus off him.]

Then you'd have missed the memo. All of us here who aren't local woke up from stasis on a crashed ship outside the city and we don't know why or how.

[He's gotten pretty good at this.]

Sounds like a personal problem to me.

[ she sighs. she has somewhere to be, but that Jedi guilt is kicking in again ]

If you're interested, I'll help as much as I can to get you guys flying if you need a mechanic.

Of course not. Figures I'd land on the planet with no accessible parts.

Republic space, mid-rim. [ she's hesitant to give more information than that, as the location of Borelais is meant to be secretive. ]

[Oh, she is... very... not nice. Kurt has trouble with insults, especially toward girls. And she's being helpful, if not polite.]

That's a possibility? I mean, uh, I didn't hear that anyone recognized... anything about it...

[ a smirk ] And they keep getting grander by the minute.

And I should be taking advice from someone who calls a clearly aggravated woman with a plasma torch sweetcakes?

[ Jaina turns, staring at the wreckage, then back to the droid ]

That's...not exactly comforting.

[ she sighs, running a hand through her hair ]

The Trickster Yun-Harla, at your service. Well, figuratively anyways.

[ a rather unladylike snort ] Might be awhile until you reach a verdict, seeing as those are supposed to never cease.

I landed. [ Solos don't crash man B| ]

Shakily.

I can make miracles with this thing. But I don't think it's really capable of a new astronavigational system. Heard of anything like that?

[ that pings her curiosity. this planet is getting stranger and stranger ]

You didn't recognize your own ship?

Oh, nein, you misunderstood. Nobody remembers getting on the ship. We just... kind of... woke up here. Spaceships are a pretty weird thing in general.

[As it happens, Kurt's been to space if you count Asteroid M, but it's far from normal where he comes from.]

[ Jaina's about to question where the kark is this guy from if he's weirded out by spaceships but restrains herself at the last second. Diplomacy or something. ]

So you were mass kidnapped and brought to this planet? For no reason?

[ she frowns. this is starting to sound like something she might want to stick around for ]

Did you know anyone else on the ship?

[Hey Jaina, have a somewhat tired-looking man in his mid-30s, in possession of silvering temples, an unfamiliar military uniform, and a curious glint in his eyes.]

The only locals that have what I'd consider technology up to spaceflight standards are the unfriendly kind, unfortunately. I've been poking at a little of their antigrav tech, but it's running off a completely different kind of physics than I'm used to.

[The curiosity intensifies as he peers at the smouldering heap behind her.]

So if you landed in that thing, does that make you from Antiqua, or elsewhere?

[He's not impressed. He's dealt with worse, after all, and he has not only Pietro who's publically promised to protect him from troublemakers, he has Magneto.

Besides, you know. Not face to face or anything.]

Heh. When you can use that torch thing through a phone, then I'll be worried. You crashed here? Seriously? Didn't wake up on the bigger ship?

[He cranes his neck a little, as if trying to look over her shoulder in the video.]

[ Jaina notes the uniform and is instantly less...hostile. Plus the word antigrav is music to her ears ]

Unfriendly as in shoot first, ask later? Or unfriendly as in not invited to the dinner parties?

[ the name doesn't register ]

Republic space. Near mid-rim. I'm guessing you're part of the operation here?

I haven't looked into the communicators too much, but I suspect they're fully capable of tracking incoming signals. [ it's hard to tell if she's joking or not ]

[ sigh. she makes a big, sweeping motion towards her wreckage ]

No, this is what a perfect landing looks like.

[Todd snickers, still pretty much not taking the threats seriously. The phones totally don't track people. Right?]

Yeah, well. You're the first one who crashed, instead of wakin' up in the other crash. The other one's a lot bigger and less, uh. Smoking.

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