Brodey made his way through the dark corridors
of Eclipse's underbelly toward the hangar where his ship, the Stingray, was
docked. He tried to ignore the strange looks he was getting due to his swollen
face but nearly everyone who passed him seemed to gawk. The funniest response he
received was from Corran Horn, who looked at him with a mixture of derision and
bemusement. Brodey flashed the nosey jedi his brightest smile and continued on
his way.
Before the debacle that was the previous night, Brodey had heard news that the
parts he'd ordered had arrived. He was more than eager to begin repairing the
ship that had been his life for the past two years. He also wanted to forget the
kiss he'd shared with Jaina but it kept nagging him in the back of his mind. He
needed clarity, and that could only be found when he was squeezed under the hull
of his ship, tinkering with machinery.
Brodey frowned as he entered the dimly lit storage place and eyed the scorch
marks that peppered the once-sleek fuselage of his ship. She was going to need a
lot of work.
The next hour or so came and went without notice. Many things went on around him
but he tuned them out for the most part, concentrating deeply on the repairs he
needed to make.
"Nice ship you got there," a voice said. Brodey's head jerked up from the sound
and a new wave of pain shot through his nose as he bashed it against the hull.
"Arrrrggh," He groaned. "Thanks."
"Are you ok?" The distinctly female voice giggled as she poked her head under to
look at him. He was certain he heard her gasp when she saw his face. "That must
have been some hit! You bruise easily!"
"I'm fine," He insisted, crawling out from beneath the ship. "The broken nose is
from a previous encounter."
"Piss off a wookie?" She asked jokingly.
"Well, it all depends on how you look at it," He answered, grinning at the
thought of calling Jag a wookie.
He finally lifted his head to get a good look at the woman. She was on the short
side, not much taller than Jaina, and dressed in well-worn smuggler's clothes.
Her long mane of light brown hair fell loosely down her back and along her
front. His eyes finished surveying her womanly figure and tanned skin and
traveled upward to meet her gaze. If her figure was amazing, her face was simply
astonishing. He almond-shaped russet eyes flickered with amusement and her full
lips smiled flirtatiously at him.
"So, this beautiful hunk of bolts is yours?" She asked.
"Yep, all mine."
"Sheesh, you must be rich!" She cried, walking around to look at the ship from a
different angle. "I've seen some pretty impressive ships in my day, but never
one quite like this. She must have cost a fortune!"
"I had connections," Brodey said cryptically.
"Oh, I see," She drawled. He was surprised at her reaction, since she obviously
took him for a petty thief or criminal but wasn't judgmental. She only seemed
amused, and he caught a flicker of mischief in her large eyes. "Need any help
with her?"
"Sure, I could use some. Didn't catch your name though," Brodey said.
"That's because I didn't throw it at you," She answered, chuckling at his
comment as she extended a hand to him. "Name's Anja. Anja Gallandro. And you?"
"Brodaeus T'naa'lichi Narundi, nice to meet you," He said, reaching out to shake
her hand firmly. "Don't bother trying to pronounce all of that. Just call me
Brodey."
"Ok Brodey, what do you say we get started on this?" She laughed.
"Deal."
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