Ask Mandalore Cybernetics Are A Girl's Best Friend

[Lissa Blackhand]

Mandalore
Afternoon
Outfit​

"No, you don't understand, I AM HERE. TO. SEE. SOMEONE." Lissa said, accentuating each word with a broadly familiar gesture in a vain attempt to produce better results. The Aqualish could only stare and make several unintelligible noises, presumably in frustration and confusion - she could relate. Lissa had expected a little trouble on Mandalore, it wasn't exactly the friendliest place, but instead of blaster bolts and flamethrowers, she had been accosted by bureaucracy and obstructive receptionists. If everyone had to get past this guy, no wonder so few people actually managed to meet his boss.

The boss in question was a cyberneticist, oft booked but worth every credit for the work they did. There were rumors they were willing to perform full body transfers, but no one had ever proven it. As it was, she only needed to get her arm looked at, maybe talk shop for upgrades. It was good enough building a brand off of a cybernetic limb, but a cybernetic limb that could shoot blaster bolts? Hack a terminal? That was the good stuff...now if only she could past this damn-

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[Kotii Solus]

Mandalorians had a history of warfare and violence. Even warriors that fought only to defend themselves rather than conquer occasionally lost a limb or were severely injured to the point of needing synthetic replacements. Kotii Solus had lost his dominant left hand years ago and had it replaced with the help of Doctor Ilana Morata. The Mandalorian lost the hand twice more on different occasions and one such occasion leading to him actually losing most of his forearm. Now everything below the elbow on Black Hand's left arm was made up of enhanced cybernetic materials and mechanisms though at present it was layered in a bodyglove and gauntlet clad in obsidian paint.

Due to the nature of the Mandalorian's arm, the Hunter could only get it looked at by a select few of individuals across the galaxy. Few groups had the skill and facilities to properly maintain and even fewer were trustworthy. That brought the ex-Solus'alor to the Sundari, or what was left of it.

In the ruins of the old city some Mandalorians still gathered. There were cities, towns and settlements in small numbers across the planet but not all of them were populated by Mandalorians. One such individual was an Aqualish and his employer, a cyberneticist who seemed to have a devoted client base.

The Mandalorian strode through the streets with even steps and came to a stop a few paces behind the bright haired outsider. The spunky young woman was having trouble communicating with the security of the ripperdoc. Rather than let this continue for the next few minutes Kotii decided to step in and speak Huttese. <"What's going on Holdatch? Is there a problem?"> The man half expected to hear a complaint about the relatively petite woman.

The Aqualish let out a sigh and gestured towards Lissa as he replied. <"She's a new potential customer. But the Doctor is not taking new clients. She won't listen, or maybe she does not understand."> He added a shrug but the Mandalorian cocked his helmet slightly to the side. <"Why isn't the Doctor taking new clients?"> It seemed curious that they would not be working at this time. This gave Holdatch pause and he begrudgingly answered, hooking a thumb over his shoulder. <"I don't know the details but he said it was something about limited supplies and dangerous droids."> A second or two passed as Kotii thought about what it could mean. <"I wish to talk to him if he's available."> After a moment of consideration the guard nodded and stepped aside. <"He might already be talking to some of your kin on the holo so knock first."> He warned before they went all the way inside. Kotii looked over towards Lissa without enlightening her on the situation and waved for her to follow. They would probably get answers soon enough.

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[Lissa Blackhand]

Lissa raised an eyebrow as the sudden appearance behind her started to speak Huttese - that was a wasted effort, she tried that immediately when she came...in...? The kark? When she looked back at the Aqualish, all she heard was the regular concave of irregular alien noises but the Mandalorian seemed to understand perfectly. Maybe something was off with her translator? She looked down at the Master Unit she had attached to her belt as soon as she saw the Aqualish, but froze for a moment. There was no light on it, meaning it wasn't turned on, meaning she had just been on the end of a one-sided conversation that, were she in a crowd, would've made her look like a damn lunatic. There were no words, no grunts or mortified moans, just a simple closing of her eyes and a sigh of resignation as she turned the PTU on and looked at the Aqualish again.
"...I'm sorry, my translator wasn't on, I apologize profusely," She said slowly, looking at the Aqualish for barely a second before her eyes darted toward the Mando, now heading into the office and beckoning her to follow.

She was all too happy to get out of that embarrassing situation at lightspeed, so she followed on, burying her face in her organic hand with a soft groan barely audible. "Thank you, that was embarrassing. I take it you're a regular?" She examined his armor up an down, silently confirming to herself that he was definitely Mandalorian. What Clan though? There was a symbol on the shoulder plate, but it was difficult to see from her angle directly behind him. After a few moments of silence, she asked, "You a hunter?" as they came to closed door.

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