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[h2][b][color=crimson]Matthew McConnell[/color][/b][/h2]
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[center][b][color=crimson]Location:[/color][/b] Living Space[/center]
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As Matt was simply lying on the couch relaxing and minding his own business, he suddenly hears a loud bang coming from the engine room. He simply cringes at it, knowing that Gol somehow screwed up when installing the hyperdrive piece. 

[color=f9ad81][i]"It's fine! Just a minor short circuit nothing to worry about! Yuuup, everything's fine!"[/i][/color] assures the Iradonian engineer from below as she attempts to fix it.

[b][color=crimson]"Are you sure about that?"[/color][/b] Matt calls out curiously, followed by Luke's angry muttering as they began to check out the damage from the control room.

Some smoke began rising from the hyperdrive slot, which had puffed up from the fried wires. It was rather minimal damage, but still a delay when it comes to getting off this planet. Matt squats down to Gol's level, inspecting the damage from within. While his engineering is rather average when it comes to fixing things, he can still fix and build rather basic technology and machinery if need be.

[b][color=crimson]"Oi..."[/color][/b] Matt comments as he gingerly grabs the hyperdrive with his glove, [b][color=crimson]"Yup, this hyperdrive is totally busted. You'll need a new hyperdrive unfortunately... But what happened here?"[/color][/b]

It was then when the droid HK-86 came onto the scene with an explanation of his own, speaking to Captain Luke about the situation.

[b][color=FB7344][i]"Explanation: It would appear the motivator you were given was faulty, Master - deliberately sabotaged so as to further damage the hyperdrive. Replacement parts will likely cost more than just the credits from your Pazaak endeavours."[/i][/color][/b]

The mercenary sighs as he looks at the droid with a confused look.

[b][color=crimson]"Faulty?"[/color][/b] he asks with his left eyebrow cocking up, [b][color=crimson]"What do you mean [i]faulty[/i]?"[/color][/b]

He then turns to Luke and stands back up.

[b][color=crimson]"From who and where'd you get the hyperdrive from?"[/color][/b]

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[h2][b][color=A9A9A9]Kyatrah Selinema[/color][/b][/h2]
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[center][b][color=A9A9A9]Location:[/color][/b] Outside Mos Eisley Command Post -> Vindictor[/center]
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While still roaming the command post, Kayla soon received orders from the Captain to make their way back to the Vindictor. At last, she'll be finally off this hot and boring planet. She approached Captain Cartchri's and Targon's position and boarded the shuttle with a mere silence. She wasn't exactly in the mood to talk at the moment. After all, what could she say? Despite being on the Captain's good side, and a good reason to be as well, she just felt like being silent. Probably an echo to the days back during her time at the academy. 

Regardless, it simply didn't matter, as the shuttle soon boards the Star Destroyer, lifting up her boarding ramp as the three head into the hangar bay. Everything seemed to be in order... however, one of the crew-mates seemed to be heading to the infirmary with a limp, signifying that he caused an injury. How it was caused was a mystery... until he mentioned Jaina. Looks like the crazy one was at it again, with no doubt having the "help" of either the Tie Pilot Bitch, or the Smooth-Grooving Morgbra, maybe even both. From within her helmet, Kayla simply frowned as they find Shira Jen walking towards their position, bowing in a rather dramatic way.

[color=red]"[i]Your kingdom is largely as you left it, Commodore Cartchri. Jaina continues to ravage the ship, Morgbra continues to be the only one able to stop her when you're gone, and I have a headache. Please tell me you've got good news, ma'am, like, maybe I get to blow some stuff up with the proton torpedoes today,"[/i][/color] Shira said as she rose from her bow.

Kayla wanted to bark at Shira for her to hold her tongue, but considered it an illogical proposition. Instead, she glared at the Pilot, her black Death Trooper helmet hovering ominously upon her shoulders. 

She then wonders about the wounded officer... and how many more could've been harmed as well...