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'The Garage' was one hell of a place. The sign outside blinked every few seconds, but no one would ever fix it, even engineers who could build a better sign with parts from a watch wouldn't do it. That's the kind of place it was. Full of geniuses who didn't give a wookies ass about appearance, it was about the money. That and being some of the best pilots and mechanics this side of the system.
Teodoro Costa, the owner of the 'fine' establishment, threw the door to the waiting room open with no real tact and looked around. Behind the desk next to him was the secretary. She was one of those girls who, if she wasn't working here, would've been found in the red light district. She was a good kid, but anyone who'd been here more than once had figured out that if you wait for Teo to come out you were better off.
He was covered in ash from welding broken hulls together, some of the sparks were still bright in his hair. He smelled like oil and burnt hair. "I can take someone now." He called out to the waiting room. He waited for a response and ran a hand through his filthy hair. Bright orange ash, like fireflies, danced their way to the floor.
Teodoro Costa, the owner of the 'fine' establishment, threw the door to the waiting room open with no real tact and looked around. Behind the desk next to him was the secretary. She was one of those girls who, if she wasn't working here, would've been found in the red light district. She was a good kid, but anyone who'd been here more than once had figured out that if you wait for Teo to come out you were better off.
He was covered in ash from welding broken hulls together, some of the sparks were still bright in his hair. He smelled like oil and burnt hair. "I can take someone now." He called out to the waiting room. He waited for a response and ran a hand through his filthy hair. Bright orange ash, like fireflies, danced their way to the floor.