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Overhaul	By : WhisperedWishes Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He had to admit...she was a quick and efficient worker. Quiet too.
Except for the occasional humming that would drift up from the hold. He chuckled.
"Not a kid, sure."
Her head popped through the doorway to the cockpit and she smiled. One of her 'mites' was standing on her head, its feet tangled into her hair. It was blue with white and silver stripes running down its legs.
"I need to scan in here real quick. I want to make sure the wiring in here is up to snuff."
"It's been sufficient so far."
"I mean up to my standards. You may be getting this job for half-price but that doesn't mean I'm going to muck about and do half the work."
He jerks his head as a hand waved to the seat next to him and she moved, quickly crawling into it.
When she sat up, she tapped on her tablet and the mite jumped down to her shoulder, crawling down her arm and slipping into a small access port.
He could hear whirring, seeing a faint light coming from one vent. She was humming again as she turned the tablet back and forth, studying the scan.
Boba smiled and shook his head, "You really like this ship, don't you?"
She laughed. "Goddess yes! This ship is amazing! Hearing gramps talk about it and seeing it for myself are two very different things. I understand now why this was his favorite ship to work on back then. Does it still have seismic charges?"
"Yes."
"Ion cannon?"
He chuckles, "Just how much do you know about this ship?"
She rolls her eyes, running a hand over the console in front of her. "Modified Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft. Eight different armaments. Short-range sensors. Forty metric ton cargo capacity. It can hold up to two months worth of consumables and...AND it has both a class 1 hyperdrive and a class 15 as backup."
She flops back into the seat with a sigh.
He had to admit, she knew her stuff.
"Impressive."
"I told you. It's been a dream of mine to work on this ship since my gramps showed me that first blueprint."
The mite chirped as it slid back out of the vent, bobbing up and down to get her attention. She checked her tablet and grinned.
"Well, the wiring here is a bit old but still holding strong. At least I don't have to re-wire anything. I hate wiring."
"Too much work?"
"Hell no, I tend to accidently electrocute myself half the damn time."
He laughed, "That's why you shut the power off first."
"I do and somehow I still get shocked...damn arm."
The hunter studied her, watching how she traced the wires that were exposed on the cybernetic arm. She seemed angry about it.
"How did you meet Djarin?"
Her gaze snapped up from her arm and a smile stretched over her face. "Oh boy, that was a hell of a trip."
"How?"
"I was the bounty."
Boba shook his head, "How did you become a bounty?"
There was something about the way she giggled that put him at ease.
"Easy. So, some Rodians kidnapped me. Now Rodians are usually pretty smart...these guys...not so much. They had mistaken me for someone else. So after three days of pretending I didn't know their language and acting like a scared chiphead, I learned how to work out their communications. And one night when they were completely drunk off their asses and unconscious...I sent out a distress signal with a bounty for my 'rescue' to any available ship in the area. With a rather large sum of credits attached might I add. Pretty tasty bait for any hunter."
"And the only ship in the area at the time was his."
She nods.
He chuckles, "So you made the bounty for yourself so you could get free of the Rodians without fighting any of them. "
"I'm not typically prone to violence. Not when I can use tech to my advantage."
"It was a smart move. Rodians are strong opponents. You wouldn't have been any match for one in a fight."
"Hey! I know that, you don't have to rub it in. Ass."
She moves to get out of the chair but the bot is twisting around her ankle which causes her to stumble and she falls right into his lap.
He stills as his lap is suddenly full of soft, warm flesh and cold metal and heat explodes low in his abdomen.
'Well, damn.'
"Oh, sorry! Damn it, you little chiphead! Come here!"
He has to bite back a groan as she begins to wiggle and shift on his lap, trying to get to the bot attached to her foot.
Her movements were having an effect on Fett and he could feel himself getting hard.
'Fuck, its been far too long.'
Finally he has enough and growling lifts her up off his lap, pulling a yelp from her. He turns and sets her on her feet, trying to keep his breathing under control. He almost groans when she leans down to pick the bot up as her overalls stretch out to hug a nice rounded ass.
'Definitely too long.'
Oblivious to the hunter's plight, she holds the bot in front of her with a scowl.
"You blinking piece of scrap wiring, do you want me to shut you down?"
Its camera whirs and the light dims as it whined and chirped sadly at her.
He's confused, "I thought the mites only have enough processing for scans?"
"Well they do, but this is Bit. He was the first mite I built, so of course he has a bit more AI than the rest of them. He's the one I rely on the most to scan for faulty wiring. He's a little attached."
"Just a little?"
"I know, but I promise you he only scans the wiring. I'm not the type to get nosy."
"Look, are you nearly done with the scans?"
"That was the last scan actually."
He looked at her shocked, "Already?"
She shrugged, "Its been two hours. My mites make the work go fast. I told you, I don't like to muck about."
"How long will it take for you to manufacture the parts you need?"
"A couple days at most. I still have to take apart the priority one scans to make the blueprints before I can start making the parts. If you need something to fill the wait...well, there's the bar, Riptide, just a few meters from the port. Big neon sign. There's always bounties coming and going outta there. And there's always Miss Tagra's down the street from that. The red roof."
"Sounds like a whorehouse."
"That's because it is."
She turns and jumps down from the cockpit and whistles sharply. The mites emerge from separate vents and access ports, converging around her feet before crawling into the black case again.
"There's not much of a selection, but from what Tagra's told me the girls are clean."
He shakes his head, climbing down the ladder. "How do you know about a whorehouse?"
She shrugs and laughs. "Because I work on the computers and backup generators regularly."
"Of course."
"Wait...hold on, did you think I...that I..." She bends in half laughing heartily to which he grumbles.
"I'm sorry, but no. I just do work for her, that's all."
"Then why did you suggest it?"
"I wasn't. I just figured since you've never been to this port before..."
"You were giving locations as a layout?"
Well, yeah. Bounty hunters like knowing the layout, in case they need a quick exit. Plus, I don't believe in paying for...for that."
Boba grunts, rather annoyed. "Sometimes all you can get is what you can pay for."
"Then you haven't been looking hard enough."
His gaze snaps to her and watches as she turns, walking down the ramp. She waved back at him without looking.
"I'll get to work on those blueprints as soon as I get back to my shop. If you need anything else, Din knows how to get a hold of me!"
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