When he was sixteen, Jun bought his ship: a Firespray-31-class. To his ship, he made the same modifications that Slave I (Boba Fett's ship) had. Jun dubbed her The Banshee.
The first place he took it was Motorola, and I tagged along.
"Oh, look! It's beauty and the freak," Nanette said as we disembarked.
"How sweet," I hugged her.
"Never said you were the beauty," Nanette said. She never looked away from the engine she was working on, though.
Jun laughed at my blushing.
I rolled my eyes.
"You're not here for me," I mumbled.
"Nanette, do you have one of these?" Jun asked while holding up the schematics for an engine that was new.
Nanette finally turned around and took the papers.
"Jun, you know this thing is illegal?"
"Yeah," he nodded nonchalantly.
"Like even some of the individual parts themselves are illegal?"
"Yeah," he nodded some more.
Nanette scratched her head-tails and left grease smears.
"Fifteeen hundred credits and I'll do it,"
"Deal," Jun said.
"Just…yeah, I'll do it."
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Nettie called in two weeks and we went back to pick up The Banshee.
Jun nearly peed himself with excitement when he saw the engine.
"Nanette, it's perfect!" Jun grinned from ear to ear.
"Yeah, and you got it from Elon. I hate that guy."
"Why do you hate Elon?" I asked.
"Jerk called me pretty and asked me out."
I rolled my eyes and Jun snickered.
"What?" she glared at him.
"You'll never catch a man like that," he replied, still giggling gleefully.
"Oh, shut up and sit on a prick."
Jun laughed even harder and replied in Huttese.
Nettie with confused, so he said it in Basic. Nettie, shocked, slapped him, and walked away.
"Thanks, Nanette," Jun was still laughing.
"Welcome."
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As it turns out, Jun and Nanette often traded raunchy banter, but since it was all over my head, I had no clue.
I can still be…naïve.
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Nanette officially became Jun's "go to" for ship upgrades- legal or not.
When I got my ship, I followed in his footsteps and chose Nanette for my mechanic; however, I never asked her to make illegal mods on mine. I knew I would get caught. Jun was much sneakier than I was.
Actually, thinking back, I did do one thing.
My first personal ship was an X-Wing. I called her Discovery. I never went on solo missions (at least not yet), so it was just fine for practice flying.
But, when I took her to Nettie…
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When I flew into the garage, Nanette was sprawled atop a freighter, messing with a communications dish.
"What do you need, Az?"
"A tune up."
She climbed down and looked over the poor, pitted, X-Wing.
"A tune up?"
"Yeah."
"No illegal parts?"
"Nope."
"You're boring," she muttered.
"I am not!" I cried indignantly.
"Chill. Just bummed I can't pin anything on Elon this time."
"What did he do this time?"
"He grabbed my butt and called me sexy."
"Then I suppose I need five cans of that recently banned hyperfuel."
Nettie smiled wickedly, her eyes flashing with glee.
"Thanks, Az."
"No problem."
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When the fuel arrived, I gave it to Jun, who was impressed.
But, Luke saw Jun holding the last can.
My heart began to pound.
"Jun, where did you get that?"
"Elon- I mean Nargue Mechanical."
Luke eyed us suspiciously, but left the hanger.
"That was close," I mumbled.
"You're telling me," he muttered back.
Thus, my illegal vehicle activities ended.