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The longer you look at it the more cats you see...

Gladiatorial Match circa 347 AD (Colorized)

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What are you doing to me? (Cassian/ OC) pt. 2

“So if you’re a pilot how come you’re in this and not just a normal X-Wing or something similar? Do you do cargo runs or transports or something?” She had been under the control panel for about two hours and he hasn’t said a single word. If she hadn’t been periodically checking to see if she could still see his feet she would have thought that he had left. It was quite eerie. “Another thing, this repair is probably going to take a few days, the whole wiring system needs to be replaced and the hyperdrive is shot. I’m amazed this sucker turns on as much as it does and hasn’t gone up like a bonfire yet.” Scooting out from the control panel, she looked at him. He wasn’t happy, “I’d say about three to five days at least.”

“What happened to you’ll get me out of here as soon as you could?” That was the first thing he had said since her temper tantrum. “I need my ship working by Wednesday. It doesn’t need to be perfect, she just needs to be able to fly. Thats when my next fly out day is, so you have until then.” Zena could tell he was pissed. He was good at hiding his emotions but she could tell this was gonna put him over the edge.

“Three days is, at least, the quickest I can have her done by. I’m sure there’s another ship somewhere on base that you can use this time.” She wiped her hands off on the rag in her pocket and started picking up her tools. “Listen Cassian, I’ll work day and night to get her in perfect condition but I can’t guarantee that she’ll be done.” And with that Zena started walking off the ship.

“Let me go get my toolbox and I’ll be back tonight. You don’t have to stay, in fact its probably better that you don’t. It’s going to look worse before it looks better and I don’t need you in here yelling at me cause you think I’ve broken something.” With that said she looked at Geo. “I need you, sir, to go get my comlink and radio from my desk. And be fast.”

“Just get it done.” Cassian snapped and walked out with the Imp droid right behind him.

“Sir yes sir,” Zena whispered under her breath. And with that she started the walk to her office where she kept her good toolbox.

“It’s Monday and he wants her done by Wednesday morning? Goodness Geo, I know I told him that I would try but that’s almost impossible. I’ve never done this amount of work in such a little time frame…” She could tell she had a defeated look on her face, because that’s exactly how she was feeling. But damn if she wasn’t gonna try. It had been three hours and the easy part, stripping all the wires out, had been done. Now she can see the full extent of the damage. And boy was there damage.

“Okay Geo, let’s get started untangling and seeing what can be salvaged.” And that’s how it went for the next four hours, hooking wires up to Geo to see if they could still be used, and surprisingly more of the wires worked then she thought would. Then came the hard part, rewiring this bitch. There were so many different parts to this ship and she had never worked on a U-Wing so it was taking her longer than usual. It took her around eight straight hours to get everything in its place and another two to fix any mistakes. Then when Zena had Geo power her up the hyperdrive still wasn’t working and that took another two hours to figure it out.

Finally after 19 consecutive hours of nothing but working on the inside of the ship she didn’t one more sweep of the outside and noticed that one of the blasters on the front was out of commission and looked like it had been that way for a bit so she decided that a few more hours of work wouldn’t kill her and went to work on that. Good thing was all that all that was wrong was a few crossed and singed wires, and that was a quick fix. So 20 hours later she was completely done.

“Well Geo, new best time. Now let’s go take a nap.” As she was picking up her tools Cassian walked back into the hanger.

“So did you lie when you said three days? Or did you lie about how much work it was so you could take your sweet time, as if we don’t all have jobs to do?”

“What are you talking about? I just did three days worth of work in less than one. Three days was with breaks counted in, but I just worked 20 hours in a row without so much as a snack break so that you could get out of here. I even fixed the blaster on the front because I was feeling generous. But if you want I can go in a gut her again and really take my ‘sweet time’ as you put it. Don’t you ever question my work ethic again because I will knock you off what ever pedestal you think you’re sitting on. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m hungry and tired.” Zena had never been more pissed in her whole life. She was so mad that she had left her toolbox vowing to go back for it later.

She was so mad that she just went straight to her room, Geo in tow. She had some protein bars in her desk. “How dare he has the audacity to question my work ethic? I put blood, sweat and tears into fixing that ship and his ungrateful ass didn’t even say ‘Thank you.’ If I never see him again it’ll be too soon.” The rest of the walk went much like that, her just complaining to Geo.

When she got back to her room her holopad lit up with a message that said, “I’m sorry - Unknown Sender.”

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What are you doing to me? (Cassian/ OC) pt. 1

If there is one thing Zena hates, it’s rain. She feels her hair is too curly and frizzy on a normal day so add rain, heat and 100% humidity? Awful. Not to mention rain causes rust and she doesn’t want to clear rust off all the ships all day. However she did agree that the constant could cover gave The Alliance perfect cover, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to complain.

Zena learned pretty quick that unless you had a higher rank you got all the shitty jobs, even as a mechanic. When she first joined The Alliance she worked day in and day out to prove that she was serious about her job, and she moved up the ranks quick because of it. And of course no one took her seriously cause she was 16 and a female. It was rough but now she’s lead mechanic on Yavin IV. But because all her hard work she often found herself lonely. She was married to her job, she worked hard to get there and she didn’t wanna lose it.

She didn’t realize she was thinking so hard until she heard a loud familiar scream and turned to see Geo, her only real companion, teetering towards her. “You know Geo if you didn’t stop to charge every half dead battery you found you wouldn’t get left behind.” Geo had been a decommissioned gonk droid that she had found while she was rummaging around storage one day and felt bad for. So she took a few days off to fixed him up and reprogram him. But she had accidentally miscalculated something in his reprogramming and now he stops and charges everything. And that would be a problem except for the fact that he now also has separation anxiety. How does a droid have separation anxiety? So while they are walking he’ll stop to charge something that doesn’t really need changing and get left behind. It always takes her forever to get anywhere and she always allots 30 extra minutes to her travel time.

As he was catching up it gave her a chance to actually look at her holopad to see her jobs for today. Because she was the Lead Mechanic she got all the fun jobs, and today she only had one on her list. U-Wing LMTR-20.

She found it odd that she only had the one ship but she had never worked on a U-wing before so she was excited. Usually on the list it says what’s wrong with the ship but this one just said Classified. “Well. How the fuck is that going to work?” Geo made a series of noises next to her to let her know that that was a her problem. “Thanks you’re such a large help. Maybe next time you’re lagging behind I’ll just leave you there.” And that’s how the rest of the walk to Hanger 2 was. Her and Geo arguing back and forth.

When they finally got to Hanger 2, the U-wing was the only ship in the hanger. “Wow Geo, they really don’t want anyone to know what’s wrong with her huh?” As they got closer to the ship to get a better look a huge Imperial droid came down the ramp and Zena froze. Because she was just a mechanic she never learned how to shoot properly. And they never felt the need to give her a blaster. “This is a classified ship and you are unauthorized to be here.”

She was confused, “Yo- you aren’t gonna kill me?” She was shaking and on the verge of throwing up or passing out. Maybe both.

“Excuse me? Why would I have to kill you? The probability of me killing you is only 17%.” Now she was very confused.

“You’re an Imperial droid... Also 17% is still 17% to high for my liking. And I’m the mechanic assigned to repair the ship. I have the orders if you need to see them.” Knowing that he wasn’t gonna kill her calmed her down slightly. Not by much but enough to not throw up.

“Cassian does all the repairs, so you can be dismissed.” This droids personality was quite amusing. A little much, but with Geos attitude it was kind of fun.

“If it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll wait until this Cassian comes back and tells me himself that he doesn’t need the help. I can’t leave until I get verbal and written consistent from the main pilot.” That statement was mostly true. She did need permission, but she could have left and come back. She just wanted to stay to meet the pilot.

“Suit yourself, but Cassian will not be happy.” And then he walked back up the ramp and locked it up tight. She walked closer to the ship and she realized that it was bigger then she thought it was gonna be. It was honestly beautiful.

“Geo have you ever seen anything like this before? Geo?” She turned to look at her friend and found him plugged into some random package transport. “Geo! What have I told you? You can’t just charge whatever you want, I’m gonna need your help with this ship and you not gonna be able to do that if charge everything you see.” He beeped loudly and started walking over to where she was standing.

“Do you make it a habit of fighting with a gonk droid?” Zena whipped around in panic because she never heard this man walk into the hanger let alone get right behind her. And even in her panicked state she couldn’t deny that he was beautiful. Dark hair, dark eyes and tank skin was always her weakness. And she doesn’t even wanna get started on the accent.

“Not all gonks, just Geo. I missed something when I fixed him up and I love him too much to change it. Are you the pilot?” Just because he was cute didn’t mean she could be distracted. If the information about this ship really was classified and the out side looked fine, then something must have been really wrong on the inside.

“Yes are you the mechanic?” His question was innocent but his face said otherwise. She was gonna be the best damn mechanic he’d ever seen.

“Yes sir. Head mechanic on base. Is that going to be a problem?” She couldn’t help but have a little attitude. This man had barely said three words to her and he’s already judging her abilities.

“No, no problem at all. Just not what I expected.” This man was digging his hole deeper and deeper and he didn’t even know it. Now she was really pissed.

“And what did you expect, hmm? A big burly man with grease covered clothes and rag hanging out of his back pocket? Sorry to disappoint. Now do you want help with your ship or not?” She shouldn’t have snapped but she was so over people doubting her abilities. “Look,” she started back up with a sigh because she knew that it wasn’t his fault. “I’m sorry I snapped but I promise I’m damn good at my job. I didn’t get to be in charge by mediocre results. I’ll get her fixed and get you out flying again.”

His face stayed the same as if it were made of stone. He showed no emotion and she had the feeling that first impressions meant a lot to this pilot and she didn’t make a very good one.

He turned and said “Follow me and don’t touch anything. I just need your help for one part and the rest I’ll fix on my own.”

She was startled because she didn’t think he would allow her to work on the ship after she blew up on him, but here she was following a stranger that she only knew the name of and nothing else, onto a ship she really knew nothing about, with a droid who said he had a 17% chance of killing her inside. “Well Geo, it’s been a fun ride. Hope we don’t die.”