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trans_92010-01-12 01:58 pm
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New faces, new duties, new responsibilities. All things that Mara had sorely needed, but not admitted to. Since the Emperor had taken her from her parents, she'd had a job, a duty that she could devote all of her time to. Before awakening here, she'd devoted all of her time and considerable will to her own company. Then, suddenly, nothing. There were missions, including the grand one to save their universe, but it was all abstract. Removed.
The smuggler shifted, her legs protesting the piece of metal pushing against her thighs, but X-wings were designed for the comfort of the mechanics. They were designed to be fast and destroy things. Not a model she had a lot of time in, since they were almost exclusively the property of the New Republic's military, but Mara certainly knew her way around them. This ship, Rogue 9, was now hers, and she intended to know every milimeter of it.
There was a thump as she knocked a hydrospanner with her elbow, sending it to the ground. "Bantha spit," she muttered, pulling herself out of the access panel she'd been hanging down into, looking for her tool.
The smuggler shifted, her legs protesting the piece of metal pushing against her thighs, but X-wings were designed for the comfort of the mechanics. They were designed to be fast and destroy things. Not a model she had a lot of time in, since they were almost exclusively the property of the New Republic's military, but Mara certainly knew her way around them. This ship, Rogue 9, was now hers, and she intended to know every milimeter of it.
There was a thump as she knocked a hydrospanner with her elbow, sending it to the ground. "Bantha spit," she muttered, pulling herself out of the access panel she'd been hanging down into, looking for her tool.