After helping out in the medical bay and getting a meal, Remmington returns to engineering to get some more work done. He sets up at the console he was at before, jacks in and puts the pedal to the metal.
"Hey Rem" Hacha replies cheerfully, putting down his toolkit and examining the equipment. "It seems like a shame, putting in so much good work and leaving it here. I know, I know, we have bigger priorities at the moment but..."
The Duros pauses. "You see my work. It gets personal for me. I won't say that I miss the planet, but that we turned a wrecked hulk into something that broke a fleet. I did good work." He pauses
"We did good work. And if you tell anyone I said that, I will deny it fervently, even if you do have a fair hand with a hydrospanner"
Duros | Faction: The Turtle (ok, so Unaligned) | Schmott Guy (or so he likes to think) | Bankor Vet
Remmington stops his slicing with Hacha's arrival and jacks out and chuckles at the comment. "Here I was hoping that we get to work together again. It certainly is refreshing to find someone else as enthusiastic and skilled as yourself. Plus having a different perspective is always valuable, especially when trying to develop something new."
"Yeah, it was a bit tough at the beginning but I agree that you get attached after putting so much work into something." He agrees.
Sith | Human | Duelist | Mechanic | Slicer | Scar | Exp 3 "My life for the Empire."
"Ahh who knows. It feels like there's some sort of get together every two years. That says, who knows?" Hacha fiddles with a few wires. "I'm not sure what's up next. I mean, I am sure that the crew is going to chip in with the war, like we did against the Dread Masters. I don't know if it's worth planning a next step when there's a war on."
Duros | Faction: The Turtle (ok, so Unaligned) | Schmott Guy (or so he likes to think) | Bankor Vet