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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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[ 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?

Shoot first, never seem to get around to asking... although they do monitor public broadcasts on these things, so take that and adjust your paranoia accordingly.

[The humour that pairs with that matter of fact statement is, like the clothing, pure military what-the-hell-is-it-now underpinning. The backdrop behind him suggests he's out somewhere near the city's edge, perched on some bit of debris.]

'Operation' isn't what I'd call it, and the only spacefaring republics I'm personally familiar with are the Asari Republics. And you are decidedly not blue with head-tentacles, so I'm thinking we might need to compare notes.

I figured as much, unfortunately. But don't worry, paranoia's all adjusted on this end.

Well, if nothing else I might as well use the experience to brush up on my geography. Asari? I'm guessing that's Outer Rim?

Outer Council Space, actually... and if you've never heard of the asari, then I'm thinking we're either not from the same place, or not from the same time. Probably 'place', since you look as human as I am, but I guess you could be from some far future where the Reapers wiped the galaxy clean, but missed a few pockets.

[Kaidan's gently rasped tone is thoughtful: measured and considering and therefore not being intentionally obtuse.]

So, uh, theoretical physics time. Heard of the 'many worlds' hypothesis?

[ that last part catches her attention. ] Yuuzhan Vong, actually. Describe these Reapers to me.

[ a deep, deep sigh ]

For once I'd just like to land somewhere where I wasn't subjected to philosophical debate.

Giant sentient spaceships, millions of years old, operating on a roughly fifty thousand year cycle to harvest all advanced organic life. Oh, and they kind've look like gigantic squid, because it's not like we need more nightmarish tentacles out there.

[The sigh earns a bit of a wry smile, appreciative if not apologetic.]

Believe it or not, I know the feeling. If it makes it go down any easier, I have just gotten a still up and running, if you want to follow the example of generations of philosophers and drink while debating.

...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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