Bao Dur
The ship was quiet, but it was perfect to continue working for the Ithorian. Even though he would gladly take orders from the exile, he preferred to work on mechanics. It came so naturally to him, the buttons and gears all just flowed naturally.
"Hey, you got a minute?" Atton asked him as he leaned casually on the wall.
Bao Dur looked back and saw Atton, he then sighed "I'm a little busy here. What is it?" he stood up then faced Atton.
"It won't take more than a minute." Atton assured Bao.
"All right I'll work while you talk" Bao then continued welding and such.
"So your friend the Jedi, you know her from way back don't you. How much do you know about her, really?"
Bao Dur's face turned quizzical, "Her? You mean the General? Well yes during the war, if that's what you mean by way back. Can't say I know too much about her though."
"Better than anyone else on this ship. Just give me your opinion, and don't laugh." Atton said a little demanding.
Bao Dur sighed once again. "I'm trying to work here Atton."
"Well I was just wondering if you thought, maybe, she and I might..." Atton stumbled his words.
Bao Dur raised his eyebrows, "You're being serious?" he chuckled mildly.
Atton stood straight and became a little offended "You said you wouldn't laugh!"
"You are being serious. Atton, she was a General, and I was just a tech. Your guess is about as good as mine."
"Well what's your guess then?" Atton asked.
"I guess I'm getting back to work." Bao then continued.
"Hey! I'm being serious here." Atton complained.
The droid T3 then rolled in and started beeping and buzzing away. It seemed to be laughing at Atton.
"You're laughing at me? I'll put you on the scrap head, you walking tin can!" Atton said defensively.
T3 then rolled away while Atton then went to the storage room and once again Bao was left alone.
"I guess I'm getting back to work" he chuckled to himself. "That's a good one."
Several moments passed and he heard footsteps run across the ship. Bao Dur then got his blowtorch and followed the noise. He then looked over and saw Atton peering into the cargo hold. Bao Dur then sighed and went to the farther part of the ship and saw Kreia sitting in the middle of the room.
Kreia then turned around, "What is it Ithorian?" she asked in an irritated tone.
Bao Dur took a deep breath. "I came to check on you, you seem very content with keeping to yourself, but I thought maybe"
"My wellbeing doesn't concern you" Kreia answered in a cold tone. "Now do not disturb me unless the Exile has need of me."
"I apologize; I assumed you were one who would need help from an ally." Bao Dur said in a friendly tone.
"Ally?" Kreia said in a mocking tone. "I have no use for an Ithorian, be away with you. I have important matters to meditate on."
"It is because I am Ithorian you think you are above me?" he slightly smiled, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that is entirely false. It does not take race or age to make one above the other…"
"Be silent." Kreia said as she once again meditated. "Now leave…" she closed the door causing Bao Dur to fall out of the room.
T3 rolled next to Bao Dur and whizzed.
"Yes I'm alright droid" he said as he got up. "There's just something I don't trust about that woman, even if the general trusts her. I feel as if she wants something from her…"
T3 beeped.
"No I don't have proof; after all I just have the feeling. The general can take care of herself." Bao then went back to the garage part of the ship and went back to work, he then noticed some of his tools were missing but paid no mind.