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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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Music was playing loudly as they walked into her shop.
Fett grumbled, yelling over the music. "Does she usually have it this loud?"
Mando gave a nod. "All the time!"
They watched as the mites rushed around scanning certain parts and pieces. They skirt around them, making sure not to step on any of them and when they enter the workshop area, they both stop and stare.
Bit was standing on top of a half built engine bobbing up and down and side to side as Cenry bounced on her feet and wiggled in front of the bot, the tool in her hand waving in the air as she danced rather badly to the loud music.
Mando shook his head and stood there, arms crossed.
Boba chuckled to himself. She really was a terrible dancer but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. How could he not.
She was barefoot just wearing a thin-strapped tank top and low slung loose pants. The shirt had ridden up to show the pale skin of her stomach and lower back. Her hair was pulled up into a mess on top her head, revealing an angry scar that stretched from her left shoulder halfway across her back and down her spine.
It was a nasty scar...especially for someone so easy-going.
And then she spun around and seeing them she screamed, ducking behind the engine and after a few minutes the music cuts out. She stood up and threw a small spanner at Din to which he laughed.
"Damn it Mando! I told you to call me before you visit! You scared the hell out of me!"
"Sorry, Cen."
She glared at him before giving a nod to Fett, cheeks bright red.
"Fett."
"Vessrah."
"So...parts."
"Parts."
"God, it was a rough two days but we're only waiting on the last two parts to finish up. aren't we Bit?"
The bot chirped and raised a leg, waving it.
"Oh, you're so right. I almost forgot. Thank you buddy."
She ran to her desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a small object. She held it behind her back and ran over to them super excited.
"I finally found it."
She held it up and he chuckled, plucking it from her hand.
It was a small model of the Slave-1, cast in metal.
"That's the one I told you about. The one my gramps had? I spent the whole time the parts were manufacturing looking for it. I figured you want to see it."
"Its surprisingly detailed. Think the material's Beskar, what do you think?"
He handed it to Mando who studied it even closer.
"It is Beskar. You said your grandfather gave you this?"
"Yep. Him and Nan raised me. I always wondered what the metal was. He wouldn't tell me."
An alarm went off and she smiled, clapping her hands.
Boba wouldn't admit that the jiggle of her breasts caught his eye. Thank ferrik for the helmet as his eyes freely traced her curves.
"Parts are done! Yes!"
She ran to the large rectangular machine and pressed a few buttons on the screen before the hiss of steam filled the air as the shield opened.
His helmet suddenly locked on something, the silent proximity alarms going crazy. There it was, a small spark and he moved, yelling as he tackled her.
"Get down!" And when they hit the floor the quickforge exploded.
He grunted as a piece of shrapnel hit him in the leg.
She screamed and pressed her face into his chest. He looked down at her and noticed she was shaking and her eyes had a faraway look to them. He moved to a kneeling position.
Boba understood then where the scar came from. This had happened before and she had lost her arm and eye in the process. And now she was suffering from a flashback.
'Damn.' He had to snap her out of it and quickly.
"Hey, Vessrah? Cenry!"
She looks up at him, frightened.
"You alright?"
Cenry shakes her head and nods before scooting away from him.
"Thanks."
He grunts his reply and forces himself to stand, hissing as the shrapnel shifts.
Cenry rushes him, grabbing his arm."Ferrik, you're bleeding! Din get a chair now!"
"No need."
She pokes him in the chest. "Oh no you don't! You are not going to brush it off like every other hot-headed bounty hunter. You might need stitches."
"Don't fuss."
"What you can do is shut up and sit down. Now!"
Her voice had hardened to an edge and he grinned behind his helmet.
"You've got fire, meshla."
Mando's helmet snapped to him when he said it.
She stilled and looked up at him shocked.
"What did you call me?"
"He's losing a lot of blood."
"Right. First aid kit, Din. Bit, I need you for a moment." The bot chirped as it crawled up her back and sat on her shoulder, whistling low.
"Yeah I know Bit."
He sat down heavily into the chair set behind him, groaning as the shrapnel shifted again and he could feel another rush of warm wetness down his leg.
She curses, scrambling for a rag, pressing it down on the wound earning a pained grunt from Boba.
"Boba, I need to cut the pant leg to get to the wound."
He nodded, consciousness starting to fade in and out. This wasn't good. He needed more oxygen.
Boba reached a hand up, scrambling over the fastenings of his helmet before pulling it off and letting it hit the ground with a thud.
Cenry stared, he had scars all over his bald head, streaking across his face. It made him look hardened but she could still see deep brown eyes and soft lips. She gave a soft smile. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way.
"Cenry?"
She shook her head, "Okay, Bit, I need you to scan his leg from here down to his foot."
She gently touches the middle of his leg and Bit chirps, crawling down her arm as his camera whirrs to life and he moves it back and forth over his leg, giving a whistle when he was done.
She grabbed her tablet with her free hand and after looking at it she cursed.
"He still has a piece of shrapnel deep in his leg. This isn't good."
"Do we need to take him to a med center?"
"No, I have all the tools here. I..damn it! I need a micro-cutter, a torch and the smallest pair of tongs you can find on my desk. And grab the whiskey too!"
She keeps pressure on the wound and grips his shoulder to keep him steady.
"Boba, you need to stay awake, okay? Talk to me. Tell me about one of your bounties."
He snorts, "My bounties? Too many."
"Then talk about the first thing that comes to your mind then."
"Everyone was so scared of me. Then I make one mistake...fucking Sarlacc."
"Sarlacc? That's what gave you those scars?"
He nodded sleepily, "Two."
"Impressive, big guy."
"Now everyone's scared of my face. Not my name."
"I'm not scared of you."
He looks at her, tilting his head and smirks. "You know scars. Can see past them...meshla."
Then he's tipping to the side as darkness claims his vision and he can faintly hear her yelling his name. Then he hears nothing.
"Boba! Damn it Din, I need the supplies now!"
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It was a grueling process getting the shrapnel out of his thigh, but she had managed it, using the scan from Bit to find the right angle to remove it. After that it was just the process of getting the wound to stop bleeding and stitching it closed.
She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the smell of burning flesh as cauterizing it had been the best option they had had to stop the bleeding. It would scar of course, but she doubted Boba would mind another one.
It had been about a day since that and still he hasn't woken up. With Din's help they had taken the time to clean up her workshop while she ordered new tools and a new model of quickforge. Thankfully she had enough credits saved up to cover the cost.
The damage hadn't been too severe, thankfully. Although four mites had been destroyed in the explosion which caused Bit to mope around the shop, seemingly saddened by the loss. She made a mental note to make some more friends for him as soon as she could.
She was pouring over her recent blueprints, trying to figure out what caused the explosion when a groan caught her ear.
Throwing them back onto her coffee table, she ran into her room to find him trying to get up from her bed.
She quickly grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back down.
"Oh no you don't. You are staying put."
"What happened?"
"Quickforge exploded. You got hit with shrapnel, lost a lot of blood and passed out. I ended up doing emergency surgery on you to remove the shrapnel, right on my shop floor. That's a first for me."
"You fixed it?"
"Yep. I do have some medical training. My Nan was adamant about me having something to fall back on in case this mechanic business didn't pan out."
"Smart lady."
He tried to stand back up but she put a hand on each of his shoulders and pushed him back down.
"I said you're staying here until you've recovered more. At least another day or so. Goddess your stubborn."
Boba looked up at her and noticed she was close enough that he could smell oil and coolant on her and underneath those the hint of a softer scent, like vanilla.
She smiled down at him softly. "It's okay. Din's making sure your ship is staying on lock down. And your helmet is on the nightstand right over there. I thought you would want it close."
"Thanks."
"Of course. Now are you hungry?"
"Yeah."
Cenry pointed at him, "I'm going to get you some food. You're not going to move are you? Because if you do-"
He chuckled, "What would you do? Tie me to the bed?"
"Don't push it Fett or I will."
He grinned at her and winked. "It's not usually me that's getting tied up, but I can make an exception this time."
Her eyes got big as her cheeks turned pink and she quickly left the room, pulling a laugh from Boba as she cursed from the other room.
"Bastasi...you...I...arghh, men! Your getting your food cold!"
When she returned with his food, her face was still pink and he smiled.
He still got a warm meal.
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