Fenig - Leah | Everyone else - Shawn

Fenig Durak: ::The flight hanger is a wonderful place to kill time and burn off frustration and worry as Fenig well knew. At the moment, she was working on her own little homemade remote control X-Wing, refitting it for goo bombs again::
Krinveedo: ::A large bulky Rodian was humming to himself as it went by.::
Shawn Lovelett : ::He had been laying about inside of his X-Wing, one leg hanging out over the canopy and he was very loudly snoring. While his R2 unit remained on the ground yelling a screeching whale at him.::
Fenig Durak: ::Fenig tuned it out as she worked, because had she not, the screeching alone -not to mention the snoring- would have given her a headache that would have put her in a med bay cot right next to Wes'.::
Fenig Durak: ::Although, in about ten seconds....:: ALRIGHT! SHUT UP! GAH!
Red-Eye: ::Suddenly was silent and turned it's cylinder head towards her.::
Shawn Lovelett: ::While he remained with one leg over the canopy, and his arms out stretching on the side. He breathed in through his nose and then released a wave of a snore.::
Fenig Durak: ::She glared at the little droid -who well knew that she was the chief mechanic- and pointed threateningly at him with her lucky spanner:: Do you want me to wake him up, or do you want me to rewire you?
Red--Eye: ::It said something very nasty in Astromech, then it turned on a comm unit acess and BLARED into it silently but it would scream into Shawn's helmet.::
Shawn Lovelett: ::Suddenly he came up and yelled looking left and right.:: What!?!?
Shawn Lovelett: Oh.. Oh.. Jeez I did it again.
Shawn Lovelett: C>Red-Eye> Where's my ladder?
Red Eye: ::It retorted in Astromech, before repeating it back into the board, he slowly pulled his leg in then his arms.::
Shawn Lovelett: What do you mean you had the Rodian remove my ladder!?!?
Shawn Lovelett: ::Then he looked down at the snickering R2 unit and made a very disturbed face.::
Fenig Durak: ::Fenig slammed her lucky spanner down and moved to grab a ladder and usher the annoying droid out of the way, mumbling to herself the entire time:: ...catch him in a power up mode and rewire him to be silent and sweet... little
Fenig Durak: pain in the ass...
Red-Eye: ::And he slowly moved out of the way watching Feni as she worked.::
Shawn Lovelett: You know...
Shawn Lovelett: This is perhaps the strangest thing that has ever happened to me.
Shawn Lovelett: Next to my Uncle putting a blaster to my skull.
Fenig Durak: ::Locking the ladder in place, she snorted a laugh:: Well, I don't know about your skull, but I'm two seconds from putting one to your droids dome.
Fenig Durak: ::meaningful glance at the droid:;
 Red-Eye: ::It whistled innocently as he began to roll away.::
Shawn Lovelett: Red-Eye is harlmess...
Shawn Lovelett: It's the electrode you have to worry about.
Shawn Lovelett: ::He then began to slowly descend from the ladder, one rung at a time.::
Shawn Lovelett: ::Then after the third or forth to the last rung he jumped down and stretched.::
Fenig Durak: Yeah, well, if he shocks me, you're gonna need a new droid. ::She had no patience for pain in the rear droids:;
Fenig Durak: ::Five minutes with the infamous C-3PO and she'd be knee deep in wires and droid parts::
Shawn Lovelett : Ugh my neck.
Shawn Lovelett: ::He let his right hand come up and he kneaded against it to get the pain out.::
Fenig Durak: ::starting back toward her project, Fenig glanced over her shoulder:: Maybe you shouldn't take so many naps in your Wing then.
Shawn Lovelett : Well it sort of happens.
Shawn Lovelett: I think that I'm going to rest my eyes for a minute or two and I pass out.
Fenig Durak: Well, a word to the wise, don't fall asleep in sim pods one or two for a while, ok? ::reclaiming her stool seat, she picked up a few parts and started to work with them again. Soon enough, she'd need the sautering iron::
Shawn Lovelett Last time I did that, I accidently hit the on-line switch.
Shawn Lovelett: I woke up in the middle of a flight battle.
Shawn Lovelett: I thought it was the real thing and nearly crashed.
Fenig Durak: Well, that's not what I mean, but ok.
Fenig Durak: ::she motioned to an empty stool, meaning for him to sit:: Make yourself useful, hmm?
Shawn Lovelett: ::He sat down like a child and folded one boot over the other, his orange flightsuit very loose as if he had accidently lied about his size and got two sizes too big for this simple action.::
Shawn Lovelett: I used to work on Freighters
Fenig Durak: Here. ::setting her own part down, she picked up a few simple capsules and a squeeze bottle of orange goo:: Fill these to almost full, leaving a small air bubble.
Shawn Lovelett : ::He took them and stared at them as if they were some kind of incrate puzzle.::
Shawn Lovelett: ::Then he slowly smiled and began about the task that she described.::
Fenig Durak: ::Both laughing and rolling her eyes at the pilot, she went about her work again:: Why not go back to your quarters for a nap then?
Shawn Lovelett : I can't sleep on beds anymore.
Shawn Lovelett: I blame my academy friend for that.
Shawn Lovelett: Give me a rock or a cold hard floor and I'm fine.
Fenig Durak: Oh, that's right. I forgot about that. You know what you need to fix that?
Shawn Lovelett : I know, I know.
Fenig Durak: Do you?
Shawn Lovelett : Just my sleeping habits are peculiar because of my bunk mate.
Fenig Durak: ::She quirked a brow and a smirk::
Shawn Lovelett : I think I've been through this story already, haven't I?
Fenig Durak: You have, but I was going to suggest going out and getting yourself a girlfriend to wear you out so you get used to sleeping in a bed again.
Fenig Durak: That, or a nice hooker.
Shawn Lovelett : ::He raised his right hand and looked as if he was about to say something.::
Shawn Lovelett: ::Then his hand lowered and he shook his head in a sheepish way.::
Fenig Durak: ::She laughed softly and got up to get two pairs of goggles and her sautering iron::
Fenig Durak: ::Returning with her things, she silently handed over a pair of goggles as she slipped her own on::
Shawn Lovelett : ::He took on the polarized lenses goggles and secured them over his eyes.:: I think you'd like my Uncle.
Shawn Lovelett: Well he's actually my cousin.
Shawn Lovelett: But he's double my age so I call him Uncle Jamiro.
Fenig Durak: Why would I like him? ::Redirecting the conversation away from his little tangent as she warmed up the iron::
Shawn Lovelett : Well he's a scoundrel, likes to make jokes all the time, and he'll claim he is the Emperor.
Fenig Durak: :;she snorted a soft laugh:: Yeah, but can he get away with a good prank straight faced?
Shawn Lovelett : He once was on a space station and turned off the gravity simply to see his friend's reactions.
Fenig Durak: ::She looked up and blinked, the lenses of her own goggles slightly tinted and magnified, making her eyes look huge in comparison to her face:: And?
Shawn Lovelett : Uncle Jamiro locked himself up in the Engineering section for about... two weeks.
Shawn Lovelett: Someone even tried blasting open and going down the turboshaft to get him.
Shawn Lovelett: Or was it up..
Shawn Lovelett: I can't remember with the designs of a Space station.
Fenig Durak: ::She blinked again:: I don't get how that's funny.
Shawn Lovelett : Well three of them were in the middle of a fight.
Shawn Lovelett: Imagine you are about ready to throw a punch into someone's face.
Shawn Lovelett: And then gravity kicks off.
Fenig Durak: ::She snorted a laugh, not at the gravity part, but at her own recent declaration to stop a fight. That was.... getting close to 12 hours ago:: I kinda know what you mean
Shawn Lovelett : You like fighting?
Fenig Durak: Not really, no. But I can kinda imagine the look on their faces. ::Her sautering iron pinged lightly to signify that it had reached temp. Fen picked it up after slipping on her leather gloves and set to work joining to pieces of
Fenig Durak: the apparatus together::
Shawn Lovelett : I haven't gotten into a bar fight in a while...
Shawn Lovelett: Well not since the night after graduation.
Shawn Lovelett: Ever since it's been missions this, and missions that.
Fenig Durak: I know a woman you'd get along great with if you like bar fights. ::She spoke a bit more loudly to be heard over the crackling her tools were making:: Though, she's married now, but you'd still get along with her
Shawn Lovelett : I'm surprised I even made to Rogue Squadron.
Fenig Durak: Well, you sleep in your cockpit, you're a bit maladjusted, and you brood on occasion. I'm not surprised at all ::Alright, so Fen was in a bit of a mood. Can you blame her?::
Shawn Lovelett : Really? ::He said, as his right hand lightly run through his hair.::
Fenig Durak: ::The look she gave him was incredulous at best, with a dash of sarcastic:: OH, definitely.
Shawn Lovelett : Maybe my bad luck with women comes with my inability to talk to them.
Fenig Durak: ::She snorted, but no laugh this time:: And what am I then?
Shawn Lovelett : Well are you seeing someone?
Fenig Durak: ::Her answer came after a bit of a delay. She had to think how to best answer that. She even went so far as to set her sautering iron down in it's holster:: I don't know.
Shawn Lovelett : Well I have a lot of bad luck with single women.
Shawn Lovelett : I think that probably about fixes it.
Fenig Durak: When you and I met, I was single and you still seemed to be fine around me.
Fenig Durak: I think you're just trying to find a good cop out.
Fenig Durak: ::Now THERE's a good counseling method:;
Shawn Lovelett : A good cop out? ::He asked quite confused once more, and he shook his head.::
Shawn Lovelett : I guess
Fenig Durak: Ok, so tell me, when you see a girl that you like and you try to talk to her, what do you think? What happens?
Shawn Lovelett : Hmmm
Shawn Lovelett : Let's see I walk up to her I say hello.
Fenig Durak: And?
Shawn Lovelett : And then I freeze and talk about some of the bad things that have happened to me.
Shawn Lovelett : It's like my brain does a total overload and I end up vaped before the second sentence starts.
Fenig Durak: ::she pursed her lips as she thought:: Well, instead of just launching into anecdotes, maybe you could ask her name? Ask how she's doing? Maybe compliment her or something?
Shawn Lovelett: : Compliments...
Fenig Durak: Wes should really be fielding this situation rather than me ::she thought::
Shawn Lovelett: : : It's so damn crazy it might work.
Shawn Lovelett: : : Wouldn't I have to sit on my head, and wear my helmet on my foot while we talked?
Fenig Durak: ::she blinked and finally lifted her goggles to her forehead:: Huh?
Shawn Lovelett: : : Um... Nevermind
Shawn Lovelett: : : It was a rumor I heard.
Fenig Durak: No no, you're not getting out of this one. Tell me.
Shawn Lovelett: : : I heard someone once went to Wes for women advice and they had to sit on their head, and wear they're helmet on as a boot to talk to him.
Fenig Durak: ::Her resulting laughter nearly toppled her from her stool. After a moment of calming, staggered breathing, Fenig wiped a tear from her eye and sighed:: Well, I suppose that's better than what I have to do to talk to him.
Shawn Lovelett: : : So it isn't true?
Fenig Durak: No, I'm sure it's true. I just think it's too easy in comparison.
Shawn Lovelett: : : Oh
Shawn Lovelett: : : Maybe I should hide in a broom closet when I see him next time?
Fenig Durak: No, I'm sure he'll be more easy to approach in a day or two. But make sure you wait those few days, alright?
Shawn Lovelett: : : Will do
Shawn Lovelett: : : Hey...
Fenig Durak: Yeah?
Shawn Lovelett: : : Do you work with that strange Rodian that keeps laughing after his every sentence?
Fenig Durak: No, why do you ask?
Shawn Lovelett: : : He keeps staring at me.
Shawn Lovelett: : And I quite honestly don't know why.
Fenig Durak: So beat him up. ::she shrugged and pulled her goggles back down over her eyes::
Shawn Lovelett: : : Well I would...
Fenig Durak: But?
Shawn Lovelett: : : But my best friend was a rodian.
Fenig Durak: SO what? My best friend was a human, and I've beat a few of them to a pulp on occasion.
Shawn Lovelett: : : I'll remember that for now on.
Fenig Durak: Eh, I think my opinion is a bit skewed at the moment. ::She shrugged and picked up where she had left off, finishing the form of the bomb casing for her little X-Wing::
Shawn Lovelett: : : Why is that?
Fenig Durak: Too much stuff happened in the last day. ::slight shrug:: If he's bothering you that much though, confront him about it.
Shawn Lovelett: : Well.. Alright then.
Shawn Lovelett: : So why did you enter the Starfighter Corps?
Fenig Durak: ::as casually as possible:: I heard that it had great job security for good mechanics.
Shawn Lovelett: : : I had Wedge Antilles wanted poster hanging on the wall of my room when I was growing up.
Shawn Lovelett: : I always wanted to be a pilot like my Dad.
Fenig Durak: I'll pass on flying, thanks
Shawn Lovelett: : You sure? It's whole lot of fun just to let loose.
Fenig Durak: So is blowing sh*t up.
Shawn Lovelett: : I heard that is Wraith Squadron's job.
Fenig Durak: ::She grinned and winked one of her magnified eyes:: Yeah, well, that's the official standing anyway...
Shawn Lovelett: : Well it isn't like a broom closet is going to explode or implode or anything or anytime soon.
Fenig Durak: You go on thinking that, dear. ::her grin grew wide enough to match her eyes before she bent over her work again:
Shawn Lovelett: : You know...
Shawn Lovelett: : I have a new friend.
Shawn Lovelett: : He wants me to call him The Face for some reason has to do with his background or something.
Fenig Durak: ::She chuckled softly:: I met him once. Very briefly. He's not as much of a ladies man as he's reputed to be.
Shawn Lovelett: : He said that he and Ton once worked on some kind of Master trick to end all tricks.
Fenig Durak: I'd like to see that. :;shutting off her sautering iron, she set it aside to cool next to the little bomb casing she'd just finished:;
Shawn Lovelett: : Are you sure?
Fenig Durak: ::Having done a bit of work on a few fighters from the Wraiths, Fenig had a little bit of an idea how 'odd' that group could be. Some of the things she found in their cockpits...:: I'm sure.
Shawn Lovelett: : Alrighty then.
Fenig Durak: ::She quirked a brow and pulled off her goggles::
Shawn Lovelett: : : ::He folded his arms behind his head and let out a very slow whistle.::
Fenig Durak: Oh great. Lets have a party while you're at it. ::She was reluctant to look around at this point::
Shawn Lovelett: : I'll tell him to add that.
Fenig Durak: Gee. Don't do me any favors kid.