Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Work, work, work, Vette's work was never done. Which... she kind of preferred that way, admittedly, especially this week. There were bits of scrap to be sorted today, some of them more, uh, scrappy than others, apparently. A rusty hinged thing that refused to budge no matter what she did with it was going to be a roadblock she didn't necessarily need to throw herself at, but was going to anyway.

Sure, the bolts in the hinges had rusted so hard they'd fused to the metal frame they were bolted into, and okay, the heads on those bolts had pretty much powderized once she'd tried to pry them loose, but that was all the more reason to see if she could have some luck with some metal cutters, and if that failed...

If you ever wanted to see a tiny slip of a Twi'lek taking a welding torch and a sledgehammer to a rusted-out husk of something that might very well have been farm equipment in another life, today was definitely your day.

[OOC: Open!]

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[justice_undone]

Since the Ghost was now her temporary home, Breq returned to the scrapyard after a long morning walk.

"Hey." She made sure to smile. "That piece looks like it's been through a lot."

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette glanced up at Breq, dusted some of the rust off her hands, and then let the sledgehammer she was swinging rest on her shoulder, turning a grin her way.

"If I have any say in the matter, it's going to go through a whole lot more," she replied. "This thing is beyond 'scrap' and heading right into 'health hazard' territory. It's gotta go."

[justice_undone]

"Sounds like a good idea," Breq agreed. "I'm staying in the Ghost right now, by the way, in case you're wondering why I'm hanging around."

[chirpchirpchirp]

"I wasn't too worried either way," Vette offered, smiling and shrugging. "Just so long as you're keeping a safe distance when I break out the heavy tools, you're allowed to hang around wherever you like."

[justice_undone]

"I won't get in your way," Breq said. "Or Chopper's. He was working on something too, but I can't understand his language so I'm not sure what it is. But I was definitely in the way."

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Everyone's in Chopper's way," Vette laughed, shaking her head a little. "Even if he likes you, odds are he probably knows better than you. That's just kind of how he is."

[justice_undone]

"He does know the Ghost well," Breq agreed. "Do you speak his language? You're from the same universe, aren't you?"

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Binary? Sure. It's pretty straightforward once you know the cadences of it." A pause. "Chopper's gone one heck of a dirty mouth, for someone who doesn't have a mouth."

She was kind of in awe of that, and she'd spent a few years with pirates.

[justice_undone]

"I'm working on it," Breq said. "So you're suggesting I work on the swearing too? I can do that."

That was often useful, even if you didn't use it yourself.

"Does he know any music?"

[chirpchirpchirp]

"The swearing is the fun part," Vette replied, smiling a little. "But if you need any help figuring out the difference between a 'wah' and a 'waaaaah,' you can always tap me in to translate."

And at that question, she paused.

"And you know, I don't know? That's something you'd probably have to ask him. He doesn't strike me as the musical type, but I've been wrong before."