Log:The Girls Go Shopping
The Girls Go Shopping
Location: Moe's Ship Repairs
Participants: Moergog, Jehni'va Cihn, Nyla Forr
~ Moe's shop was definitely different than most of the places on the Smuggler's Moon. It was almost hospital-worthy clean. White walls and floor polished and maintained, an oddity for a place who specialized on repairs and modifications to light freighters. Tools lined a wall, each one having a specific slot and each slot filled with the exception of the few items currently on his workbench being used. Several droids move around the shop, either cleaning or, in the case of the tall, well-armed security droid, keeping an eye on the expensive equipment inside.
Currently, the proprietor, a lanky Verpine in a white jumpsuit with a tool apron wrapped around his waist is standing in front of his workbench, a holographic image of a cross-section cutout of a hyperdrive that he was in the process of rebuilding. There were three ships present, a very old, yet pristine YT-600 and the freshly refinished HWK-290, then there was the dismantled B-wing that was slowly being rebuilt.
About a year ago, Jehni'va Cihn was homeless. She was homeless, and penniless, and seriously considering prostitution as a viable means of income - and now... Well. "No, I'm not shitting you. I read it's got a .7 hyperdrive and a /kitchen/." The latter part of this sentence, heard as the speaker pushes into the hangar, is said with all the weight of finality. She knows how to sway the shorter woman she leads in by the hand. "C'mon, we'll take a look. We don't have to /commit/ to anything yet." The gawky pilot is practically prancing into the impeccable hangar space. "Hello!" She quips brightly at the Verpine, raising her free hand.
Nyla Forr 's nose is wrinkled as she's tugged into the shop by the taller pilot. "Of /course/ you want a kitchen," she snorts playfully as her gaze swings around the clean shop. "You just want to make me cook for you." There is mock annoyance in her voice as her eyes hone in on one ship, then the other, and finally to the Verpine. She smiles but lets Jehn do the talking, taking her hand back and plunging both into the front pockets of her cargo pants.
~ Moergog, or Moe as he's known by those he's worked with or done work for, looks towards the new arrivals. "Welcome to Moe's Ship Repairs," the Verpine says in a flat tone, his voice showing no inflection and his facial structure not helping show emotion. "What can I help you with?" he asks, wiping his hands on a nearby towel to get any grease he might have from working on the B-wing's hyperdrive off his chitinous fingers.
The lanky pilot is practically bouncing at Nyla's side. "Yeah, I can't cook for - hey! Hi!" Jehn is waylaid by Moe, face splitting into a doofy, harebrained grin. "So, uh - yeah! I saw an ad for, uh -" She notches a thumb at the Mynock. "We've got the credits, can drop the sum upfr-" as usual, her short attention span is snapped away to the holographic image of the hyperdrive. She squints at it, head tilted slightly before her gaze flicks back to the ships present. "That for the Bomber?" She presses, nosily. "Just repairs or are you building from - shit, sorry. Hi! Yes, we, uh, we're interested in the Maccrow."
Nyla Forr glances at Jehn, squints, and then turns her attention towards the Maccrow. "Ooh, that one? Hah. Looks like a blunt," she comments, probably loud enough for the Verpine to hear, whoops. One hand plucks from her pocket and goes to Jehn's lower back. Shhh. Down girl. "You willing to haggle on the price any?" the mechanic pipes with a bored expression.
~ Moe looks back towards the hologram then back towards the two women. "Yes, it is for the B-Wing I've been working on. Fighters aren't my specialty, but that is one of the first production models produced and I'm trying to keep it as original as possible," he states. He then looks towards the Maccrow for a moment. He then looks to Nyla, "The 175,000 credits is firm. It is worth a good bit more, but I need to make space in my shop for another project I've got coming up. I assure you, that it is in better than new condition, all paperwork is up to date, meaning it is legal wherever you want to take it, aside from the overpowered hyperdrive which if you put full power to it in a Core world system might draw the attention of local traffic control. That wouldn't really matter out here in the Rim, of course, and there are maybe four or five ships out there which are faster, but those are not nearly as stable."
Never take Jehn to a negotiation. She's the worst - sorry, Nyla. "If we could, uh, check out the interior?" She urges, bouncing on the balls of her feet despite the hand at her back that strives to calm her. The Bomber and its sexy hyperdrive are forgotten for the moment.
Nyla Forr nods her head, considering the ship. "Okay, yeah. Figured I'd ask. It's a fair price," she says with a shrug. She can't help the smile that creeps to her face at Jehn's excitement. "Outside looks great. Inside just as refurbished?" The hand nudges at Jehn towards the ship and she takes one step, looking at Moe for permission.
~ Moe nods and moves towards the Maccrow, entering a code and lowering the ramp. "Feel free to look around." The inside had been steam cleaned and all upholstery has been redone, the interior was just as pristine as the exterior. "I believe you'll find that everything is suitable."
"/Very/ fair." Jehn grins, running a hand along the ship as they board. "It's so /livable/." She mutters to Nyla as they stroll, the pilot picking over the interior critically. "I mean, we have the apartment but this could be..." Jehni'va shrugs. "Y'know. Our /place/. Go anywhere, run cargo for extra creds." When they're not being shot at in the unholy name of Defiance.
Disembarking, Jehn continues to bounce on her heels, looking between Nyla and Moe like a nervous, anxious puppy waiting on the okay to eat her dinner. "Yeah?" She presses.
Nyla Forr steps up into the ship, nodding a quiet thank you at Moe as she ducks in to peek around. Her hands are lodged back into her pockets as one does when looking at priceless art and she moves around in to the kitchen and living area and cockpit. "Woah," she says as she reemerges from the cockpit. "It's nice." She studies Jehn's face and then, slowly, nods. "Yeah, I like it."
~ "And, at 175,000 credits, it's definitely a steal of a deal." There's a pause as the Verpine pulls out a datapad, ready to do ownership transfer documentation. "So, if you've got the cash, we can do business. I will also offer a warranty, should anything go wrong with the vessel that isn't because of combat damage, poor upkeep, or overtaxing of systems, then I will fix it for free."
"Yessir!" Jehn's own datapad is whipped out and she leans her shoulder excitedly against Nyla's to watch all those savings (and one sizeable loan) ping away at the click of a button. But now those tiny numbers on a screen are much more... Tangible. She grins. "Deal."
Nyla Forr watches, looking maybe a touch dejected as her own datapad stays lodged in her pocket. "Warranty sounds great," she says. Her eyes leave the transfer of credits and she turns around to inspect the ship that, from the sound of the beeps, is likely theirs now. "She's awesome," Nyla says quietly. "Gotta think up a name."
~ Moe nods, doing the transfer of ownership via his own datapad. "The current password is VIRTUE but you can change it." He opens the doors of the hangar so that the ladies can leave in their new ship. "It was a pleasure doing business with you. Be careful flying, the vessel handles more like an advanced starfighter than it does a light freighter. It is very fast, both in hyperspace and out, and the maneuvering thrusters are sensitive, making the vessel extremely agile. Enjoy the vessel."
"Can't wait to figure her out." Jehn grins, hand drifting down to squeeze at that of the mechanic at her side. "Pleasure doing business with you." She bows, awkwardly, to Moe - because people don't normally bow but she's excited and it's Jehn. "Shall we?" She tugs Nyla's hand and nods toward the ship - their ship. "We can think up a name on the way back." If starships had windows and those windows could roll down, you can bet your ass Jehn's head would be hanging out it on the way home. "If you, uh, never need some help around the shop?" She adds, hesitating on the ramp. "I'm not a bad mechanic." And now needs to start replenishing their savings, shit.
~ Moe gives a nod to the ladies. "A pleasure doing business with you. I have many offers for assistance around the shop, though I work best when I am alone or utilizing my droids, though I do appreciate the offer." With business concluded, he heads back to his workbench, taking a seat and manipulating the hologram of the hyperdrive cross section. He needed to fabricate some parts, as originals cannot be found.
