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The Valhalla's Hangerbay
Somewhere in Hyperspace
It had been just over a day since the events that had played out within the Ithor system, what had started as nothing more than a routine patrol and shake down run to systems check and break in the recent upgrades made to the M-wing star fighter - had escalated with the pilot jumping into the Sector and finding out from the stationed Frigate's bridge crew that they had detected weapons fire on board. Despite discovering that Mandalorians had boarded the frigate and, the attempts made to prevent frigate from leaving the sector, the aggressors had made the sudden jump to hyperspace despite sustaining damage to the Ion engines and coolant systems.
Although she had not been fully debriefed following on from the incident, the ashen haired pilot was all to aware of the ship board rumours that the location of the Frigate was still yet to be determined. The Alliance's intelligence was scouring its way through the various sensor logs, observation post's long range scanners and running through all the possible telemetries to determine where the stolen frigate dropped out of hyperspace. Though as far as she was presently aware, nothing had come to surface to determine the fate that had befallen the ship, other than rumours and speculation.
All that was for certain was that despite the attempts of the Alliance fleet to surround and further obstruct the frigate from it's attempts to escape, the Retribution had made the Jump to hyperspace. The only trace being left was a volatile shock wave that carried in it's wake, a shock wave that had crashed down hard on the pilots fighter - sending it spiralling out of control as it suffered systems and power failure, and leaving it adrift awaiting recovery from the rest of the Alliance fleet.
After the lone star fighter had been recovered and brought into the hanger of the The Valhalla, the ship's ground crew had focused their attention on making the fighter safe and transferring the pilot to the med-bay. Despite the circumstances, the time in the med bay wasn't too far removed from the usual post sortie evaluation; cuts, bruises and the odd burn. In the pilot's eyes it was almost the standard run of the mill collection of injuries that she had sustained, having returned from countless missions for the Alliance with blaster wounds on her limbs, cuts from vibroswords to name but a few.
Once the medical crew were satisfied and the various treatments carried out, the ashen haired pilot was discharged and sent on her way. Finding out that the Grand Master had been in a meeting with the Fleet commander at the time of her being discharged, Eisa returned to the Hanger to assess first hand the damage that her fighter had sustained. Whilst most of the damage was to a degree superficial, it was by no means not going to require a lot of work to get the Cygnet back up and fully operational once again, there was some structural damage on the fuselage to contend with but the core of the issues lay within the inner workings of the fighter, relays and power converters had blown, surge protectors burnt out and a few hydraulic lines had ruptured.
At first sight the Cygnet was a sight for sore eyes, sitting in the corner of the hanger bay, propped up on hydraulic jacks above a pool of its hydraulic fluid. In the hours that had followed, the fighter had been gradually opened up and parts set down upon the various tool trucks and loaders that had surrounded the craft. The only signs of activity around the fighter was from behind a tinted screen as bright flashes and sparks crackled out from the underside of the fighter, and the periodic appearance of the slight framed female, clad in work coveralls and wielding goggles appearing out from behind the protective screen to retrieve some additional tools or parts before disappearing back to the underside of the fighter.
"Yes Ditto, I'm pretty sure it's supposed to go there" Eisa spoke out, as she tilted her head to the side to regard her service droid, sat beside her with it's spotlight pointed towards the exposed power converter assembly, her eyes narrowing as the droid chirped it's response. "Well that one is the neutral from the generator, and that's the inverter line from the power couplings in the wings" the female responded as she traced a finger along the indicated cables. "And those three are the live phase supplies" she continued as she pointed out the bundled up cables, before raising a curious eyebrow at the latest series of chirps. "Well thats cos we had to re-wire it so the Military power core would work with the existing systems" she responded as she manoeuvred the last of the replacement power converters into position, and gesturing for the droid to wield the part in place as she shifted her head off the side to avoid the cascade of sparks from singing her hair.
As she waited for Ditto to spot wield the component into place, the ashen haired pilot reached over for the hydro spanner so she could start to attach the cables to the newly installed part. Her lips pursing in thought as she looked over to the chronometer wrapped around her wrist, wondering how long the meeting between the Arda and Tycho was going to take, figuring that the Grand Master would want to discuss the events directly with the Ashen haired Jedi Master. Then again, she appreciated the capture and loss of such a key asset was not going to be a brief discussion, all she could really do for the time being was see to repairing the Cygnet - not that anyone who knew the Jedi would expect any different from her, as a result of having spent most of her teenage years as part of the rebellion's maintenance and engineering teams, she often found herself gravitating towards picking up some tools and carrying out maintenance work whenever she had down time whilst with the larger fleet.
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