DT-L30 stood at attention, "Understood." He said, before he turned around. Leaving the Admiral's office, he headed for the engineering bay, where Fendrat probably is.
DT-L30 wasn't wrong, Fendrat was working on AT-ST, to be spefic, he was hanging on ropes and repair left sinde-mouted weapon pod. He use fireproof mask to protect face from sparks, as he fixing metal in right place. He complety missed fact, that capitan was kiddnapt by mandalorian warrior, too much focus on his work. If somebody didn't call to him directy, he would spend all days on his own world of machines and calibration.
DT-L30 headed directly fornthe engineering bay, saluting superior officers if he passed any. And when he finally reached his destination, he looks around for Fendrat. Who was busy welding an AT-ST's gun. Yet the death trooper still decided to call out, "Hey, Fendrat! I have a mission from the Admiral, you interested? You might get to tinker with a lightsabre if we're successful!" He shouted at the engineer.
Fendrat turn off welder and turn around hanging in ropes to dark stormtrooper. "Hey Deet! Are you said 'lightsaber'?! My ancestors, I'm so curios how it work." He turn around back to gun. "Can you give me one minute? I need only to finish what I started, I don't want to leave work undone." He said. To be true, now was his time for break, but Fendrat missed it too, taking extra work.
Gailte feels a jolt as the Mandalorian ship lands. She sees glimpses of desert sand as the ramp descends and he walks out. After a few minutes, a horrific, monstrous shriek pierces her ears, and she sees them. A group of three tusken raiders, masked and carrying metal gaffi sticks, walk up the ramp, looking straight at her.
"Fine, meet me at the Admiral's office, I have to go get Loreley." DT-L30 replied, as he turned around. Leaving the engineering bay, he walks around the ship in search of the female pilot.
It take him little more than one minute, but finaly Fendrat managed to finish and stare on his work. "Not bad... Maybe I should calibrate gun lasser too... No, I have other things to do." He said to himself and climb down to the floor. Zeltron gareth all his tools to box and run to admiral Office, don't want to be late. Again. Thrid time. In this month.
Gailte looks numbly at the creatures. From one side, she was looking forward to the debauchery the creatures would subject her to, she was sure she would enjoy the pain and sex immensely... from the other side, she had no intention to meekly surrender and follow their every command. She would wound few of them... hopefully, and only when they bound her, they would be able to enjoy her - punish her and humiliate her. She wet her lips with her tongue and stayed still, waiting.
Fendrat is stopped at the door by death troopers, who don't take kindly to his presence. One of them shoves him roughly against the wall, fist raised, before Zenobia's voice rings out on the intercom. "Enough. Let him in". The death troopers relucantly stand aside, and let the Zeltron pass.
The three sand people stare at Gailte for a moment, before one opens the cage and begins touching her, groping at her body.
Well, it wasn't first time when someone stronger pushed Fendrat to something, so he get used to this kind of ewents. He enter to Office and salute to admiral. "Enginer Stussad is report ready for duty." He said and waiting stady, as admiral tell him something. Zeltron know it is better not give too much questions, ewen when he was so curios for detalis. He ewen don't know what kind of mission will be.
Gailte smiles as she allows the sandman to grope her, feel her. She slowly gets up and steps forward, inviting more attention of the gloved hands. When the... primitives are occupied enough, she strikes. First, she hits one with an elbow to his neck, she swipes the leg underneath the second, making him fall, then hits the last one in the crotch. She might not be a combat specialist, but she is an Imperial Navy and she had to pass basic hand-to-hand combat test to advance rank.
The Admiral smiles at him, polite, but slightly reserved. "Engineer, it's good to meet you. I apologise for what just happened. I myself have no problem with non-humans, but I can't say that for all of my staff. They can sometimes be over vigilant. DT-L30 has recommended you for a mission. I'd prefer to wait until you're all here to explain the details, but please, sit while you wait". She gestures to a seat in front of her desk. "Tell me, how did you end up working for the Empire?"
The first raider drops like a stone. Gailte hears a sharp crack as her elbow connects. The second falls to the ground, and the third doubles over in pain. Before she can do anything else, however, the raider on the ground wraps his hand tightly around her ankle, preventing her from moving away. The third sand person, still to hurt to attack, lets out an incredibly loud screech. Gailte can hear response calls and movement outside the ship.
Gailte quickly kicks the one holding her in the head, then throws herself at the third one, trying to choke him or break his neck. After she will dispatch him, she would close the ramp and borrow the ship.
Fendrat smile. "Oh, that was because of my skin? Funny, I was sure it was because I running and they want to be sure that I'm not suicide bomb for admiral." Zeltron sit on the set and relaxed, putting his box with tools on the knees. "Well... I was first in accademy of republic and I stay as it was change to Empire accademy. I love creating machines and computers. Empire have the most impresive resources so I get a chance to improve already egzosted and maybe ewen invited new one."
The one on the ground lets go, stunned. The third one, recovering from his injury, breaks her grip. Gailte is able to close the ramp, but not before a tusken is able to get aboard, gaffi stick in hand.
Fendrat look at his box. "Well... We was in the same class on accademy but we wasn't too much know each other. But after he get accident and get implants of arms and legs I was fascinated by making of them. Combination of practical and elegant style, what is more impresive in military forces where practical come in first place. Deet was so kind and let me repair his limbs as he need. Once I managed to improve his legs speed for 7%, but I'm sure it is possible to reach much more. " He speak with fascinated of someone, like others talk about girls or arts.
