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[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 ]

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[catchingflies]

[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.]

[greatone]

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.

[catchingflies]

[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.

[greatone]

The smoking's relative.

[ she scowls ]

I'm beginning to think that spacecraft isn't really the usual around here. [ judging from the primitive tech at the trader's, anyways ]

[catchingflies]

Nope, it's not. I mean, the Authorities types, they got hoverin' things and guns and stuff, but they're mostly, y'know, keepin' it to themselves. I mean, if you wanna ask 'em for spare parts, you can, but they'll just shot ya.

[greatone]

Seems like the welcome wagon has a lot to be desired all around. [ pointed stare ]

Let me guess, they shot at you?

[catchingflies]

Heh, nope. I'm not that dumb. I never get close enough. Did shoot at one of my friends, though.

[One who happens to be way too fast for them. But still, it hadn't taken much to get them riled up.]

Seriously, sugarplum, ask around. Anybody'll tell you the same thing. Don't mess with those guys.

[greatone]

Shocking.

I'm not planning on messing with anyone. I'm stranded, I'd like parts and I can pay. Pretty much the cap of my agenda right there.

[catchingflies]

Well, I wish ya luck in findin' any.

[He shrugs at her, not concerned with her problems.]

Just don't think yer gonna. Might as well plan on bein' here for th'long haul, girlie.

[greatone]

Thanks for the spot of optimism on this dark day.

[catchingflies]

Totally welcome.