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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dr Midnight" data-source="post: 1246677" data-attributes="member: 69">With a squirbling bleep, the little Astromech droid came back to function. Its diode came back on and its trapezoidal dome “head” swiveled around. It began to curiously examine its surroundings. Kneeling there before it was a blue-green Twi’lek woman, soldering wires within the droid’s frame. “Hey there, you’re up,” she said. The droid tweeted anxiously. “I don’t know who- much less where- ‘Dent’ may be. You’re on a Rebel Flagship, and you’re in pretty sad shape, my friend. Don’t strain yourself.”The droid whistled, and the woman chuckled. “You got cut in half by a blaster bolt or something is what happened. By all rights you should be scrap… but apparently the powers that be want you whole again.”A gurgling boip. “No, we’ve never met before,” she replied.The droid chirped softly. The Twi’lek woman laughed and put up her goggles. Through the goggles’ leather headdress her two long, tattooed lekku hung down her back. Her honey-colored eyes regarded the green and yellow droid’s view-lens kindly. “I’m glad to meet you, R5-F6. I’m Avara Tel. There, we’re not strangers anymore… no need to be so nervous.” She picked up a 3/5ths Ganudu wrench and began loosening the bolts over R5’s filament casing. “Hey, while you’re conscious… mind telling me what this goes to?” She held up a piece of metal from the ground. R5 twittered, and she nodded. “Motivator servo. Got it.”From behind her, a voice: “Tech Specialist Tel?”Avara whirled on her knees, eyes darting around. “What?”A hangar worker stood there, holding two cases at his sides. “I, uh… I was told you’d need a set of torquescopes for the Astromech you’re repairing.”She relaxed somewhat. “Yeah. Yeah, I need one of those, yes I do. Leave it there, thanks.”He stood there motionless for a moment, then asked “Um. Which set?”Avara looked at him. “What?”He held up the case in his left hand. “Helial,” then the one in his right. “…or Sedrial?” Tel sat there staring at the cases until the worker said “Oh, it’s just an R5. You’ll want the Helial, then.” He put it down. Avara took the set and opened the case, examining the tools within. “Yes, Helial, that’s right. Thank you.” The worker walked away. She waited until he was gone and then picked up one of the torquescope attachments, turning it over and examining it. R5-F6 made a modulated bleating sound. “Nothing,” she said. “Examing the craftsmanship. Good tools. Anyway, tell me about this ‘Dent’ friend of yours.” She lowered her goggles back over her eyes and returned to work on the little droid’s insides while the other blurped and beeped happily about Dent Darkstar and the travels they’d had together. Avara listened, nodding, then stopped as R5 detailed one of their more exciting adventures they’d had some time ago. Again, Avara raised her goggles. “You were there when the Death Star was destroyed?”R5 whistled that no, in fact, he remained on the ship during the adventure, but Dent and his friends had gone into the Death Star and rescued the Rebel detainees from the detention block even as Rogue Squadron flew toward the station from the other side. Avara listened intently as R5 told the tale of how they’d barely escaped in the Chandrila Surveyor, trailing several transports behind, as Luke Skywalker made his historic shot to the Star’s reactor core. The droid played a tinny-sounding explosion noise to climax the story. “I remember,” Tel said with careful interest. “I was one of the people they saved that day.” R5 tweeted excitedly. “Yes, I was. I was arrested for… being Rebel scum. Then, your friends came by and saved us all.” She frowned as she got back to work on the droid’s circuitry. “Of course, no one told us then that we’d be stuck on this ship for the rest of time. Nobody ever told me the life of a tech specialist would be so dull and sedentary. I’ve got things to do, y’know?” She soldered for a minute more, then stopped. “Say, where is Dent now? Does his team make frequent trips off-base?” R5 beeped an affirmative. “All the time, eh?” Avara rubbed her chin. “Y’know, R5, I think it’s time I make my value known to the Rebellion. All this time, I’ve missed my true calling as an adventurer. Don’t you think your ship could use a tech specialist on board?”The droid warbled. “I know you’re Chief Engineer, I would never dream of taking over your job. Couldn’t your team use a slicer, though, to help slip through screen-systems and repair things you can’t reach on ship? Don’t you think it’s time you had someone with my expertise?”R5 paused, seemingly thinking, then chirped a happy reply. Tel smiled. “Why, you’d put in a good word for me?”Bloop.“You’re too sweet.”Next: The Game Begins</blockquote>

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