"Right, we'll adjust up the height, recalibrate the inertial compensator and replace her artwork...don't suppouse you know of any friendly sabaac games floating around the ship?" Istara asks the petty officer as she makes a prodigious force assisted leap up to the cockpitt without any apparent effort.
"There might be." A human male with a chief petty officer's insignia mentioned. "I'm not quite sure how many credits have to change hands before a game stops counting as friendly."
"What range are the laser's zero'ed at?" she calls to the mechanic.
He answered her, and the three techs who worked on her fighter -- the last one was a blue-skinned Twi'lek girl who didn't look old enough to enlist, but she seemed to know what she was doing -- continued to work at her direction.