Laryssa was startled awake by the violent shake of the crate she is lent against.
"Ryssa, what are you doing?" The guttural grumbling belonged to Fenik, a grumpy, old Dug, whose attitude matched his appearance, harsh. Others claimed that he once had a soft side, some suggest he still does and Laryssa hasn't seen it, she doubted she ever would, "Get up, do the work I pay you to do,"
"Barely," she dragged herself up right and in front of a reflective piece of scrap metal. Her long brown hair was braided down her back, just reaching the middle. She wore a dirty white tank top, scratched goggles hung around her neck, loose khaki trousers, which were being held up by a pair of rust red braces, tucked into scuffed leather boots.
"Stop looking at yourself and get to work," he almost shouted, but was stopped by his severe coughing, "you'll be the death of me," he walked into the back of the garage, mumbling something in his native language. Obeying his orders, Larysse set to work on a shabby, broken down, neglected land speeder. She began to disassemble the turbine jet engine attentively, being careful not to snap and of the brittle parts.
A few, tedious, hours later, it was repaired. The old spluttering engines had been replaced with new clean, working turbines, a fresh paint job and she had replaced the cracked windshield with an exact copy so none of the aesthetic was lost. Fenik circled the vehicle, examining it intently, looking for any imperfection.
"Humph," he huffed, either unimpressed or satisfied, they both seemed very similar to each other, "It's good…enough," a sigh of relief escaped, "I just got a message from a guy, from the Alliance, they want us to run maintenance on their ship whiles it's on ground,"
"Okay, but if it's the ship I'm thinking of, that won't fit in her," she stated, crossing her arms and leaning against the sandy wall behind her.
"Then you'll go up the docking bays and repair it there then," he said waddling passed her into the back room. He suddenly cried out what Laryssa thought was insult, before hearing a painfully thud and clatter of metal, "Get down you fowl creature, get away,"
Laryssa ran into the back room, only to find Fenik pinned to the ground by Tamii, her pet Nexu. Tamii was licking him and nuzzling him. She burst out laughing. Fenik was the polar opposite.
"Get this mangy cat off me before I kill it myself," he struggled to shout in between kiss from Tamii.
"Tamii down," Ryssa commanded, the Nexu bounded towards her, Ryssa crouched down to pet and fussed her, "What are you doing here?"
Panting, Fenik shakily rose from the floor, "How did that thing get here? In fact, I don't care, take it home, now. Go!" Not wanting to argue and it being safer to give Fenik some space before he blows his top or a blood vessel, Ryssa grabbed a piece of ropes and slung it securely around Tamii's neck.
"Come on girl, let's get you home," she patted her lap to entice Tamii to follow.