Ask The Lengths we go to....

[Eisa Wex]

Looking up towards the buzzdroid the spacer tilted her head to the side slightly just to make sure that any stray sparks or shards of metal didn't come close to her eyes. Her brow furrowing as she listened as Curse slowed in her dissection of the downed Droieka, to chitter about her gratitude for taking her to so many world's, for so many adventures, comparing the hot headed spacer to the droids previous owner, seeing her as a valuable rather than a nuisance, as well thanking her for just not simply abandoning the droid, working to get her repaired. Rather than tossing the droid aside like scrap and hiring a new mechanic.

A sigh escaped the spacers lips as she shook her head. "Well to me Curse, you ain't a droid" Eisa spoke as a wry grin curled over her lips. "Pain in the ass at times sure, but besides being the ships mechanic and part of the crew" she continued before reaching a hand up to the top of the workbench to pull herself back onto her feet. "You're my bestie, so course I'm gonna want you to not get into too much danger bud" she rounded off with a quick playful wink

The attention soon shifted to the servo processor and it's replacement, the droid dragging the replacement unit over towards her, before advising that Curse would not make the repairs herself. Though despite the spacers lack of skill yet alone any knowledge of the intricacies of robotics, she was still fairly capable of dealing with delicate parts and moving them in a controlled manner. The only catch was she would need to treat her crewmate like her lightsaber.

Taking the new servo processor and setting it to the side the spacer turned her attention to curse for a moment, focusing and channelling the force through her, and extending it out to the droid, lifting it's small form off from the surface of the work bench and held her hovering Infront of the spacer, closing her eyes the spacer summoned the new servo processor, feeling how it resonated in the Force before then searching for its counterpart within Curse. Once she had done so, the spacer manipulated the force to disconnect the original part from the droid, before carefully removing it from the droids casing.

Once the part was removed and discarded to the site with a quick swish of her fingers. Eisa then lifted the replacement processor out from her hand and manipulated it back into the droids shell. Setting it in place first, and then reconnecting the earlier removed terminals. Once satisfied that everything was back in place the spacer lowered the droid back onto the work bench before opening her eyes. "any better?"

 

[Curse]

Curse stared back at Eisa wordlessly as she explained the droid's importance to her. She couldn't quite appreciate the meaning of her master saying she didn't view her as a droid, but she understood enough to tell that her words meant a great deal. After she finished speaking the Pistoeka paused, tilting her head slightly and adjusting her photoreceptors as she observed the spacer. //You're my... 'bestie' too. Eisa.//

She didn't say any more then that, simply relaxing and trying not to panic as the ex-Jedi lifted her into the air using the Force. It certainly didn't have a fond place in her memory banks, but the droid willed herself to remain still and not fight her. As Eisa removed the old servoprocessor Curse's limbs immediately jerked and locked up, somewhat like a dead spider. She remained fully functional though, observing the spacer as she worked. It was an incredibly vulnerable position she found herself in, but she trusted Eisa completely. And sure enough, that trust was not misplaced. Her master promptly replaced the damaged part and lowered her back onto the work bench.

"Any better?" The human asked. Curse did not respond immediately. As she reached the surface of the hover loader her limbs moved again, allowing her to settle down and not topple over. She ran a quick diagnostic, making small movements to each limb, then slightly larger ones. Finally, without a word, Curse turned and ripped the last of the cords from her back, adjusting her shell casings up and down in a motion that evoked an organic shaking themselves off after getting up from a fall. Then suddenly she moved forward and jumped with the same energy she had once had, clinging on to Eisa's robotic arm and deftly climbing up to perch on her shoulder before looking at her.

//Much better.// She chittered out, that old mischievous streak returning to her tone. //This unit is now operating at 100% capacity... so... What now?//

@Topher

 

[Eisa Wex]

A broad grin crossed the spacers features as she watched her crewmate unhook herself from the cables that had been keeping her operational and somewhat tethered to the work bench over the several last months following Curse's little run in with the Sith back on Ajan Kloss. Her eyes tracking the little droid as scampered around on the workbench before, scuttering her way back up her cybernetic arm and returning back Curse's long vacant perch of choice.

As Curse adjusted herself to look at the spacer directly, Eisa raised her opposing organic hand up to quickly pet and tussle the droid's shell casing. "Good to have you back bud" Eisa chuckled, before pursing her lips in thought as she mused over the question that Curse had raised, what now? That was a good point, Curse was now back up and running once again. "Well you know that drive motivator unit you probably would have heard me bitching about the last few weeks....." the spacer spoke aloud mid thought, as her eyes rolled about as she tried to think of perhaps other things.

But then again the condition of the Rim Hopper aside, there were perhaps more pressing matters to attend to, and that was to get back out into the reaches of space and see where the next hyperspace jump would take them. "But that can wait... We could go and surprise Minerva? Heard she's had a few sprogs" The spacer resumed as she just stepped past the work bench and hover loader, stopping only to retrieve the important and expensive tools and her blaster pistol, before just abandoning the rest. "Or we can go and just see where the 'Verse takes us" She added with a light shrug, as the spacer started to ascend up the lights of stairs that would take them back out of the factory and ultimately back to their ship.

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//End thread