Entrance Post

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The door opens, revealing a harried looking Ewok, carrying a box full of odds and ends. He grunts, then closes the door with one of his small furry feet.

Then he wanders around a bit.

Sets the box down. Looks around. Slight freaking out Ewok moment.

Kolot has entered Milliways.

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He nods. He thought so too, which is why he'd ordered another for the Ewok.

Finally, he holds out a work-roughened hand.

"Heph."

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Kolot flounders for a moment, then realises that's the guys' name. He shakes Heph's hand, albeit awkwardly, and says, "Kolot."

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He nods.

"Good name."

Odd, but good.

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"Kirney say so too." Kolot nods.

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He raises an eyebrow.

"Kirney?"

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"Best friend in all galaxy!"

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He smiles, a genuine happy smile, and nods.

Such things are good to have. He wishes he had one of those.

"I'm sure he's very nice."

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"She." Kolot says through a mouthful of stew.

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He nods.

"My apologies."

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"No worries. Many think she should be man. Because she owns business. They think she can't be in charge." Kolot pokes Bar vengefully. "They wrong."

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He nods.

"Women are as capable as men."

He thinks of Athena, of Hera and Artemis. Certainly...women are as capable as men.

He does, however, look to the object he'd fixed with a small, curious smile.

"What was that?"

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"Hyperdrive regulator." Kolot pokes it. "Regulates how fast we go in hyperspace."

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"What happened to it?"

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"Kirney fly too wild."

Except where...Kolot FLIES the ships.

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He nods again before peering at the box.

"Anything else in there I can help with?"

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"Parts of sublight engine." Kolot pulls it out.

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He looks at the pieces before glancing at Kolot.

"No luck with them?"

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"Need new motivator." Kolot points to a certain peice. "To make all of them work together."

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"Is it broken? The motivator? Or is that where it fits?"

He talks when it's about his work. Of all things, he loves his area of influence.

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Kolot takes the peices away from him and fits them together, then digs in the box, looking for the busted motivator. He slides it in the last place and says, "It goes like this. It broken, see? But it makes all peices work together to fly in sublight speed."

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He nods, his eyes studying the pieces as his mind begins to work. It's not necessary that he knows the technology so much; to be honest, it's far ahead of anything he's ever seen. But he knows how things fit, how they work, what they need to make them function, and every once in a while, a little magic to help as well.

He points to the mechanism.

"May I?"

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Kolot nods, glad to have help and hands over the sublight engine.

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He pulls it carefully across the counter and pulls the tools from his pocket out to place them on the bar. He starts to work, his tongue slipping out every so often between his lips whenever he gets a little stumped or can't seem to get something right for a moment. There are a couple of curses in Greek that make there way out of him, and a few grumbles worthy of a volcano, but eventually he asks for the rag again and smiles over at Kolot.

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Kolot swings legs around on the stool again. "Thank you!"

He gladly takes it and sets it carefully in the box.

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He smiles and shrugs.

"You're welcome."

He lets out a small chuckle before seeming to think a moment.

"Don't take offense, but...what are you?"