Call it Routine, Call it a Another Day [NO LONGER ACTIVE]

[Zigara]

Aboard Rebel Dawn, Location Unknown – 00:00 Galactic Standard Hours...​

Even the late hour combined with the void of space silence is unheard. The lone sound of a hydrospanner bursts in rapid succession echos throughout the hanger from the furthest wall. Baniss climbs up off his knees while situated on top of a VZ-22 Predator, taking a moment to examine the quick work of re-securing the astromech's compartment. Baniss shuffles over to a ladder sliding down it, his boots on the hanger's floor – he runs his hand along side of the ship, as if feeling the structure for weak points. Satisfied, he walks over to a nearby workbench setting the hydrospanner down in it's correct home before grabbing a face mask and a macrofuser. Lifting the mask so it rests over his bald, green skinned head, he sets back on a course toward the Predator before freezing unexpectedly and staring at the work bench, his red eyes narrowing. The spanner was slightly crooked, he needed to straight it up before he'd move on to the next task. With a quick readjustment, Baniss smiled and chuckled slightly before returning to the Predator.

Climbing a ladder he barely needed, he pulls himself up onto the wing. A quick survey of the ship and the location of his power source made him feel ever more confident and peaceful; slowly Baniss walks the wingspan once, twice, before he knelt down on it's left most wing – lighting his macrofuser and dropping the mask protecting his eyes from the inevitable bright sparks; a few adjustments and the fusing began. The flame burning as hot as Tattooine's suns, the sparks as bright as a freshly crafted lightsaber blade. The sparks, scattered away from the point of contact as Baniss slowly moved along a seem of the armour plating he'd laid down. The sparks stop for a moment while Baniss lifted the fuser up, he bent over a little more while he concentrated. Slowly lifting himself back up, and tapping the fuser down for a mere seconds before lifting and repeating 5 more times. Standing up, the macrofuser rested at his right side looking down at his handiwork.

“Thatta Girl.” Were the Basic words to escape his lips. His voice deep and resonating in the peace of the hanger.

He looked around the hanger once more before setting the fuser down; rolling his neck he wanders over to the right wing taking a seat, feet dangling off the back of the wing he takes in the sites of the great space beyond the hanger. Reaching to his right he picks up a bottle of water taking a large gulp before letting out a sigh of satisfaction. Looking at the chrono on his wrist he catches a glimpse of an old burn, a reminder to always be careful and to always survey the area. It's late... were his thoughts – 00:15 - time had no real meaning to him; not when he was doing something he enjoyed. Should probably pick up the pace... Another mouthful of water before he sealed it, rising to his feet to collect his macrofuser.

Baniss hops down off the craft, ducking under the wing and circling the back of the craft, a small hoverboard sat at the back. Laying on the board, facing up he pushes himself underneath the craft – while he could crouch underneath he had a few spots he wanted to mend. Firing up the fuser and dropping the mask once more he slid back and forth, methodically – sparks firing here and there. The underbelly work took about 10 minuets until he was truly satisfied.

Rising off the board, he scoops it under his left arm, fuser in his right hand, he walked back over to the workstation, set the tool and board down roughly he made for the fuel port, disconnecting the pipe the system hissed before he sealed the port. Returning now to the workstation he rearranged the tools before taking a seat and scurrying to a dataterminal. With a few clicks and types, Baniss logged in and access some maintenance reports; for a time he reviewed and made note of his work completed over the last couple of hours.

“Soon,” He said aloud in Durase “We'll go exploring again.” He continued to review some logs from the day, placing his elbows on either side of the terminal, resting his chin on his thumbs.

 

[Zigara]

OOC Notification:

With the Battle of Naboo coming up and with the intent of signing Baniss to the battle, I felt I should probably close down this intended thread. After the battle I will likely create a new thread with some substance to it, depending on the outcome of the battle.