“i’m just saying it’s not unheard of,” takkel bari says into the transmitter, causing jaedah to shoot the device a rancid look, the hologram of the zabrak mechanic merely shrugging in response. “you’d be surprised at how often you find those things in vector plates on the south side.”
jaedah returns his attention to the work before him, a pile of wires and cords and data chips all knotted and manged, the giant tangle still somehow attached to the mainframe of his ship, despite it’s near uselessness. it’ll be too expensive to replace all this, and despite the capable help he’s hired to work and fix the ship, he can’t afford much more without pulling off a heist and attracting too much attention to himself. he glances over at cienna, whittling away at her own task to complete, before sighing at takkel. “if you’re going to be disgusting and inadequate, i shouldn’t have called you in the first place.”
“what else are friends for?”
“we’re not friends. bye.”
the zabrak merely chuckles and salutes him. “may the force be with you, captain.”
“don’t bring the force into this, you slime-rat, that’s the last thing i need,” and he hangs up on him. luckily, he knows takkel well enough that the other will still answer his next call, and probably be just as unhelpful. regardless, he tosses the device onto the table and frowns darkly at the mess before him, muttering mostly to himself but not worried if cienna can hear him, “what bantha back-end feces manure, the force. spare me.”
