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Syndulla Scrap, Friday

Since there seemed to be people (Sabine) interested in the more dangerous bits of scrap around, Hera thought she'd make a bit more effort to corral and catalogue them.

In a couple instances, literally.

So if anyone asked why the proprietor and her droid friend were busy chasing around snapping, biting bits of metal...well, you'd better be prepared to help. A blaster set to stun hadn't.

[OOC: Junkyard is open!]

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Sometime after she left the ~~being played out~~ trooper station, Sabine came by with the tools she borrowed, though when she saw what was happening she was already looking for someplace to put them down so she could help.

"This a bad time?"

Hera growled at the things and turned to roll her eyes but smile at Sabine. "That depends. Feel like helping catch them?"

"It's gotta be more fun than other stuff I was doing today," Sabine decided, and put the tools down safely while trying to see where the things were coming from. "What happened?"

Hera sighed. "I was trying to relocate them. To put them somewhere safer!" she yelled at the things, as if that'd make them listen.

She turned to give Sabine a wry look. "I appreciate the help, but I hate to think what the rest of your day has been like."

"The sheriff guy made me paint the jail cells gray," she complained, bending to try and catch a skittering piece of metal in her gloved hands.

She was leaving some very key pieces out.

"What color were they before?" Hera asked.

She caught one and managed to hold on to it long enough to get it over to the corral she'd made for them and toss it in. There were a lot fewer of the things in there than outside of it, but hey - there was one more now.

"Gray, and boring. I- ow should have worn thicker gloves," she said, following her over to the corral to get this thing out of her hands.

"Not into boring gray?" Hera asked, grinning. She could guess the answer from Sabine's own colorful appearance.

"Hold on."

She ran back to the Ghost and retrieved a pair of gloves she used for heavy maintenance. "Here you go."

"Thanks," she said, taking her own gloves off to stow in a pocket before taking those. "Gray's fine. Just... fine. Frankly, it was a waste of my talents."

Which was sort of the point of a punishment, which she'd known she was going to get, she just didn't like that it was that one.

"But you were helping out," Hera pointed out. "Even if it wasn't the best use of your talents, it was what they needed at the time."

"I am not helping out anywhere the troopers work on purpose," Sabine said. It was an undeserved grudge in this case and she was totally fine with it.

Hera grimaced. She could kind of understand that, even if the local troopers weren't like the ones back home.

"So why were you there? Chopper, behind you!"

Chopper turned around and shocked the one that had gotten too close, then grabbed it up with a triumphant tune.

"Good job," Sabine told him, because he wasn't going to get bitten. "I Maybe... improved upon a trooper helmet and thought I would return it."

Or, she wanted to be a pain.

"Improved upon?" Hera asked.

"I painted it. It really does look much better now," Sabine said.

Hera grinned. "Oh, no. Let me guess - you made it artistic?"

She wasn't entirely sure if she should be encouraging this or not.

Was that a smirk on Sabine's face? No, couldn't be. "I gave it personality. And in exchange, I had to paint a lot of gray."

And lunch. Liam could stay.

"Well, if you ever get the urge, we've got plenty of things here to paint," Hera pointed out. "Not the ships, just the rest. You don't need to be antagonizing the local law if you don't have to."

But she liked antagonizing the local law.

"You'd let me paint here?" This whole town was going to be covered before long.

She had to learn to pick her battles.

"Sure." Hera shrugged. "Same rules as before - be careful around the dangerous materials, don't blow anything up that's not supposed to be. And ask first if it looks personal."

Chopper added his own addendum of a warning, and Hera grinned. "You sure you don't want a new paint job, Chop?"

"Could always get a new look for summer..."

She'd been here three weeks and already gotten that that was a message here.

Chopper answered in a definite negative.

"Looks like no painting Chopper, either," Hera said, amused.

"Maybe another time," Sabine said vaguely. "I could always use more places to paint..."

"If he ever decides to let you, I've got no objections," Hera said.

She feinted left and grabbed a scrap as it darted right, then tossed it into the corral.

"You like painting a lot, huh?"

"Everyone needs an outlet," she said, and shrugged. "I love it. And I'm lucky enough to be good at it."

"It's good when those two go together," Hera agreed. "On your left!" A tiny biting thing was trying to escape.

Sabine reacted quickly, moving to snatch said tiny biting thing to dump back into the corral. These gloves were much better.

"Do you have anything like that?" she wondered.

Hera smiled. "Flying," she answered without pausing. "Flying is that for me."

She looked around. "Chopper, how many are left?" Chopper wheeled over quickly to the corral, counted, and answered that there were two. "Two more," Hera said to Sabine in case she didn't speak binary.

"On it," she said, looking around. She spotted one, dashing over to stop it from getting any further with her boot. "I mean, do you need biting parts for anything?"

"Nothing that I can think of," Hera said, "but if they're even a little alive, I'd feel really bad about melting them down. As long as they stay out of the way, I don't mind keeping them."

That still seemed like too much trouble, but it wasn't like they were Sabine's problem.

"Fair enough. And the next time they do this?" she asked, dropping this one into the corral.

"Hopefully they won't," Hera said. "They only got away this time because I was trying to move them. They're staying here," she said pointedly to them as Chopper warbled triumphantly, holding the last one up by one end as he wheeled it over.

"Good. Though if you wanted, I could probably rig something up to keep them in place when needed," Sabine said. "Like in case somebody's crazy enough to actually want some sometime."

"Could you?" Hera sighed. "That would be great. Short of finding ways to occupy them, I'm out of ideas."

How did you keep things busy that probably didn't even really have minds?

"The way I figure, as long as they're living and not some kind of magic thing-" Sabine knew nothing about that except that it was apparently a thing here with some people. "-then there should be a way to play with the electromagnetics some, just enough to stun them for a couple seconds when they come out of their container, so they can be safely handled before returning to their normal chompy selves."

"That sounds good," Hera agreed. "Stun blasts won't work, though; that's one of the first things we tried. We'll have to try them first while they're still safely in there."

"Yeah, these things probably don't have a nervous system to disrupt like with your typical stun blast, so I'm thinking same principle, different execution," she said. "I can come up with some stuff."

Hera smiled at her. "I'd appreciate that; thanks. Meanwhile, now that they're out of the way, did you come looking for more things?"

"Returning your stuff. I didn't want to keep them too long," she answered. "And I was wondering if you knew how I could get my own here."

"Thanks." Hera nodded toward the office at the front of the yard. "I found a catalogue here that has a lot of tools in it, for whatever you need that might be native to this place. If you need anything from our galaxy, write me a list? I'll see if I can get it next time we head back."

"I can definitely come up with a list," she said gratefully. "So far the worst part of being here is not being able to get a hold of my kind of supplies."

She was willing herself not to ask about explosives, she really was.

That was probably just as well. Hera would ideally not run serious explosives for someone until she knew them a lot better.

She nodded. "I'm not sure when we're headed back next, but I'll let you know."

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