“Well, what’s wrong with it?” Bri stood, hands on her hips, staring up at the large starship in front of her. A small droid rolled up to her side and offered a lengthy series of beeps and chirps as way of response. The Jedi interrupted the droid before it could finish, sounding slightly exasperated, “wait, wait, wait, we both know you’re smarter than me,” the droid had no apparent facial features, save for a few flashing lights, but it was obviously pleased by its human partner’s comment. “So leave out the technical stuff,” the Jedi continued. NL-142 replied with a few more beeps, at a slower pace and lower tone. Brienna narrowed her eyes and wondered if the droid was mocking her. She shifted her position from looking at the ship to looking at the droid. “Oh,” came a rather depressed sounding solitary word reply.
The ship in question was Brienna’s 3-Z light freighter. On reentry into Ajan Kloss, she had noticed a particularly annoying sound coming from the ship’s engine room. The Jedi had hoped it was nothing, or something minor, but unfortunately NL seemed to think major repairs were required to the compressor or capacitor, lest they both wish to end up floating aimlessly in the dark cold of space. Thinking back to a recent mission, Bri pondered that attempting to fly repeatedly through dense gas planets may not have been the best idea. Shaking the thought from her head, she looked down and asked, “Can you fix it?” NL replied with what could be described as the droidspeak equivalent of a scoff, lamenting it’s own lack of dextrous arms and hands.
It was a cooler day on Ajan Kloss, but Bri felt the general humidity of the forest on a sunny day slowly start to affect her. Ships were parked in the caves that doubled as hangers, but, they had all been full on Bri’s arrival, forcing her to land in one of the more flat, open areas near the Jedi temple. “Well, you’ll have to walk me through it then,” the Jedi replied to the droid, which seemed amenable to the suggestion with a nod of its ‘head.’ Bri folded her arms over her chest and let out an outward sigh, displeased with the day’s detour that had been placed in front of her.
OOC: Open to anyone who would make sense on Ajan Kloss
The ship in question was Brienna’s 3-Z light freighter. On reentry into Ajan Kloss, she had noticed a particularly annoying sound coming from the ship’s engine room. The Jedi had hoped it was nothing, or something minor, but unfortunately NL seemed to think major repairs were required to the compressor or capacitor, lest they both wish to end up floating aimlessly in the dark cold of space. Thinking back to a recent mission, Bri pondered that attempting to fly repeatedly through dense gas planets may not have been the best idea. Shaking the thought from her head, she looked down and asked, “Can you fix it?” NL replied with what could be described as the droidspeak equivalent of a scoff, lamenting it’s own lack of dextrous arms and hands.
It was a cooler day on Ajan Kloss, but Bri felt the general humidity of the forest on a sunny day slowly start to affect her. Ships were parked in the caves that doubled as hangers, but, they had all been full on Bri’s arrival, forcing her to land in one of the more flat, open areas near the Jedi temple. “Well, you’ll have to walk me through it then,” the Jedi replied to the droid, which seemed amenable to the suggestion with a nod of its ‘head.’ Bri folded her arms over her chest and let out an outward sigh, displeased with the day’s detour that had been placed in front of her.
OOC: Open to anyone who would make sense on Ajan Kloss