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It had been a late night in space when Bysk's glazed, bored eyes were lit up by a sudden blue flashing on his console. He had been scrapping a ship graveyard of a battle between some group of probably pirates and what seemed to be Sith Brotherhood fighters. The battle was not recent by any means, but metal was metal and he didn't need fresh parts. That of course made picking ships apart even less interesting to the trandoshan, he performing his task in almost a subconscious state, but the blue light pierced the attention of his brain to wake up and recognize it. Some notice had been sent out, his ship had received it. Just the chance of something to do gave him a bit of excitement and hope...But looking through the contract that popped up, it seemed the job was looking for mercenaries, hired guns. Whoever was hiring wanted bodyguards. His hope faded, excitement crumbling, until he saw the last word on the list, something that brought all of his anticipation back: 'Mechanic'.
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Near Orbit, Serenno.
His eyes lit up, shining despite the slight bags under them from lack of sleep on his scaled skin. He had just flown into the sector, jumping near the orbit of the planet through hyperspace, the rendezvous listed on the job. It was early by Serenno standards, at least the side of the planet he was on. There, in the distance ahead of him, was one ship that stood out easily. It looked like the mix of a yacht and a battle cruiser, and Bysk soon understood why they were seeking a mechanic. This elegant, fancy ships may look sleek, and have a high performance, but they were built half for looks over functionality. It would need upkeep to make sure that the ship flew as properly as much cheaper counterparts. The ships were designed for the rich, repairs were seemingly affordable, anyways.
Bysk's daze of thought was once again broken by his console's activity as he was hailed by what he could only assume was the more than decently sized ship before him.
"Attention unknown vessel, this area is restricted for travel personnel only. State your business or leave the zone." A staticky voice came through his intercomm, and he got a bit of jitters then. He was a knew mechanic, relatively. No one knew him, and though he was confident in his skills with a toolkit, he was still nervous. But he put in his reply then.
"Thiss is Bysk Ka, requessting application to a job lissted for this area. I am looking for hiring ass a mechanic." He stated with his reptilian accent, though it didn't sound as thick as a normal trandoshan's would. He let the message go out as he waited for a reply, swallowing as the intercomm blinked it's light. It seemed a few moments longer than it was before a reply was returned.
"Very well. Send in your transcript for qualifications and we will check you in for an available spot." The man responded, relieving Bysk of his worries, for the most part. Hopefully they would give him the job...he did seem like the first one here. He transmitted his information and slowly put on the jets to fly forward towards the craft.
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