Spare Parts, Anyone?

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((WOW this is a lot bigger then intended....))

Space was cold, there was no doubt about it. The stars that floated around contributed nothing to the vast empty vacuum of space. Despite the cold, the stars and the planets, it seemed so peaceful despite the roar of the Republic Battle Cruiser as it smoothly cut through the void. Looking out portholes showed stars twinkling in the distance, too far to see what systems they were. All was at peace, for the time being at least.

It had been a while since Chopper had been onboard a cruiser, and as much as he hated to admit it, he enjoyed it. It felt better to be of some kind of use in space then sitting around at a base fiddling with whatever jobs he could muster himself to find.

Currently, he was alone. Normally there were a few more of his brothers working in here, but they seemed to have found something to do elsewhere. There was always something to be done. There were spare parts everywhere, and while Chopper was good at mechanics, it was not his primary function. He enjoyed it, yeah, but it was not what he was designed and trained to do. Or so he thought.

However, he had no reason to complain. Despite what his brothers say, he could feel their eyes as they watched him. The suspicious fighter that claimed war trophies; sooooo against protocol. Perhaps it was easier to been watched from space then it was around hundreds of similar clones. Then again, he wasn’t similar. Not at all, battle scars anyone?

The metal joint he was working on snapped apart, echoing slightly around the empty room. His knuckles were tight around the metal, and if he wasn’t wearing his traditional black gloves you could have seen his fingers turn white. Frustrated, he dropped each half on the ground next to him rather dismissively. Slinking back into his chair, he rested his feet up on the table in front of him, crossed at the ankles. His arms folded rebelliously across his chest plate, eyebrows knitting together in thought.

His gaze wandered the room. It was neat and tidy, except for the few droids that needed repairs, and parts and repair tools set across tables and shelving units. He hated them. Even though they were turned off, he could picture them staring at him, laughing their tin heads off. No, he’d be knocking their tin heads off. The mocked him. Every day Chopper came to do the same. Sit and stare down the droids. And every day he left defeated.

With a deafening roar he leaped to his feet. A hand reached up to his helmet and plucked it off in one swift movement. Using his whole upper body in the throw, the helmet smacked into the droid and knocked it off the wall and to the floor in a pile of metal parts. A screwdriver came next, driving right threw another droid’s eye socket.

Chopper stood there panting, arms by his sides in tight fists. His breath came out in ragged gasps as the scars on his face felt as if they were burning through to his skull. The world seemed to blot out as he stood there, unsure of what to do next.

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"What the hell is that infernal racket?" Came the sarcastice remark from a tall, slender 5"8' tall woman who came out from under her ship. She was wearing a black tank top with black leather pants and matching black bootsm Her shoulder-length dark brown was pulled back in a messy ponytail. Kayla crossed her arms and pulled out her blaster as a precaution. "Who the hell are you?" She asked.

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Chopper twists to his right to see a female standing not too far away, but in a stance that showed attitude. Great! So much for being alone. It wasn't good for a trooper to be seen throwing things about, but none the less, it was hard for Chopper to maintain control of his anger sometimes. Who knows what she could tell the generals now.

He sniffed disaprovingly and stood more appropriately; straight back and more dignified for sure. He brushed imaginary dirt from his left arm with the back of his right hand, still not adressing the randomly appearing female. He glanced at the screwdriver and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. That wasn't a bad shot.

After waiting enough, Chopper felt he showed who ever it is that he wasn't on her terms, but instead they would be playing things his way. Taking his time, his discoloured eyes meet hers as his eye brows knitted together.

"I could be asking you the same thing." He said roughly, placing his hands on his hips.

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Kayla raised an eyebrow at Chopper as her dark brown eyes found his discolored ones. "You could ask why and yet then again who said I will tell you a damn thing?" she said sarcastically with a snort.

Kayla tilted her head to the side. "But you look like you're having hell with your rusty bucket of bolts," she said with a snicker as she grinned. "And judging by the look of it," she mused as she walked over towards the engine. "You're steam pile hunk of junk needs an upgrade," she added sarcastically as she looked up. "Again who the hell are you?" she asked.

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He watched her approach, and slid his eyes back to the droid with the eye socket issue. He gave a mental sigh. 'Giving ME hell?!' He thought. 'That piece of osik will be getting
hell.' He scowled at the powerless robot. They still owed him. No matter what they were. Despite the fact that it was on his side, he still hated it. The thought made him clench his fists.

Again who the hell are you?"

"Chopper."

He hear the words come out of his mouth before he had any second thought. That's being a clone for you. Still though, her attitude made him smirk. There was nothing like that around a Republic Cruiser. It was all 'yes sir', 'no sir' and 'Three bags full, sir' around here.

He snorted angrily at her comments and went to retrieve his helmet. Snatching it up from the floor, he placed it on a table against the wall.

"Not mine. I'm-" His voice trailed off as he glanced at the droid again. "-stuck here trying to fiddle with useless junk; 'Busy work'."

He didn't know why he was telling her this, but it just kinda barbled from his mouth angrily, his face reflecting it despite how much he tried to hide.

"I should be on the front lines..." He mutter quietly to himself.

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Kayla snickered at Chopper's attitude with getting annoyed with the droid and ship. "Busy work my ass," she said sarcastically, shaking her head.

"I should be on the frontlines."

Kayla overheard Chopper's comment. "I take it you're an officer in the Republic?" she asked.

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Chopper left his helmet to go find the screwdriver. He stopped along side the droid.

"No." He said harshly. "It's busy work."

His gaze looked for hers once again, and without flinching, looking away, or even twitching a facial muscle he reached down and grabbed the droid's face, ripping the screwdriver and half of the wiring with it from the eye socket. It sparked a few times.
Chopper instantly felt a little better, as if the sparks meant the droid was in pain. His lips curled into a smirk as he dropped the screw driver onto the floor. His gaze remaind steady.

"I'm not an officer, I'm a soldier. Which brings me back to to my origional question; who are you? I suppose more importantly, how did you get aboard the ship?"

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"Name's Kayla," Kayla replied calmly as she leaned against the ship and smirked wickedly. "As to how I got into your ship," she said softly. "Easy." She pointed to the back end of his cruiser to find that the hatch was lowered.

Then a grin spread across her face as she Force-pulled the droid from Chopper and looked at the droid. "Leave the droid alone before you burn the cruciut and it comes to life and grabs a blaster and shoots you in the head," she said with a snicker.

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Chopper turned to adress the opened hatch. Wow, good thing it wasn't his job to check that. He stared blankly at it a few times and raised his arm to comm it in. It should probably be closed to avoid more mishaps like this. How stupid. His brothers never forgot something as easy as checking the hangar doors. Honestly, what was going on. There were hundreds of his brothers on board, how is it that all of them could have been so stupid?!

With a scowl, he pressed a button and was about to say something before his curiousity was pricked. Kayla. So this female actually could reveal something personal. Maybe it was worth prying a little more information in case she escaped. Every little bit helped.

He turned back to Kayla as she swept the droid out of reach. So, was this a general or not? Jedi or no? His brow creased into another scowl.

"Burning curcuits destroys the ability for signals to pass through certain wires necessary. Burning curcuits only adds to my amusement. Besides, no droid could shoot me in the head. It would be crushed before it set a finger on the barrel." He emphisized the while 'crushed' part with a clenched fist brought up for her to see.

"What are you doing here?"

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(OOC: Bahahhahahahaa....good luck trying to get her talk that's all I got to say *whistles*. Yes this is DarkSaber.)

Kayla snorted. "Uh-huh," she muttered as she used a hydrospanner that was lying around to fix the droid's head.

For a clone soldier, trooper, officer, or whatever the hell this clone said he was, he certainly had a temper. She could tell he was slightly different. Kind of like herself. After all she was a former Jedi/bounty hunter.

'Great...just bloody great,'[/i] she thought to herself as she blinked for a moment.

"What are you doing here?"

Kayla blinked as she thought for a moment. Why had she wandered onboard a clone trooper's ship in the first? She spotted the ship land and had managed to get onboard the ship and get inside without so much as tipping off the other clones onboard the ship. If that wasn't lack of security she didn't know what was.

"I'm not the one who landed their rusty bucket of bolts outside my dwelling," she said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes as she looked around. "Besides the way security is run around here it sucks," she added as she thought for a moment. "What brings you so far out here anyway?" she asked, raising an eyebrow up at Chopper.

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((OOC: ;D Of course he has to try, it's sort of his job.))

Chopper grunted angrily, folding his arms across his chest as he watched her fix the droid.

"I didn't want it fixed..." He stated, yet made no effort to stop her. Naturally he didn't want it fixed, hell he didn't even want to be here. He supposed the more important question was why he hadn't raised the alarm yet. He should have commed in the open doors and then to the flight deck to inform them of their stoaway. Chopper rubbed his temples with a sigh.

"Normally, this doesn't happen. There are hundreds of my brothers here. It's a miracle that they haven't been looking after things properly. I have no clue what's wrong... slackers."

Chopper leaned against the wall, arms still folded. "I really don't know what we're doing out here." He turned his head to look at Kayla. "I'm not 'in the loop' anymore."

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Kayla blinked for a moment. Something didn't add up and knew there was probably more to that statement. 'Leave it to me to be the one to run into a former soldier of the Republic,' she thought shrewdly to herself as she snorted. "And here I thought I wouldn't run into any damn Republic entanglements," she grumbled as she rolled her eyes.

"Then again that's the war's fault," she added as she walked over towards the door.

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Chopper frowned.
"This is war, and therefore where ever you go there will most likely be the Republic."

He may not know where there going, but it's something important. Normally Republic Cruisers sent out into space was a good thing, for Chopper anyway. They were beginning to allow more trust, being a suspect as a spy destroys one's reputation, and the war trophies? That went against protocol, and that deducted it more.

He watched her pace to the door. So, she was leaving? Chopper didn't think so. Perhaps bringing down a stowaway will get him on the front lines. But something pricked the edge of his brain. She was able to slip past hundreds of his brothers without being caught. Maybe there were skills he could pick up. He stroked his chin once, then made up his mind.

"I wouldn't leave if I were you." He raised his arm to show off his comm link. "Leave this room and I'll notify the bridge of the opened hanger doors and the fact we have a stowaway. You'll be trapped for sure. You could be my chance of getting back to the front lines where I belong, so don't tempt me...."

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"Like fucking hell you're turning me," Kayla growled as she threw a death glare at Chopper. "Besides what the hell makes you think that I'm wanted for anything anyway?" she added with a smirk

An idea formed in her head and then pulled out her lightsaber and ignited the orange blade and then used the Force to draw a smoke grenade off her utility belt.

"Think fast, bucket head," she added as she threw the smoke grenade and then it released smoke and on cue Kayla quickly cut her way out of the ship and landed in the hall. "Well shit I'm screwed," she grumbled as she looked out the window. "Double shit," she added. "How did I get from my workshop to finding myself onboard a ship loaded with clone troopers is one hell of a story I'll have fun explaining," she grumbled.

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A jedi? A general? But Kayla surely didn't look like one. Then again, Chopper's seen disguises before and some of them can be quite incredible. Was this somekind of test? An inner instinct told him no. He frowned, the fighter's instinct in his brain kicking in and already thinking of hundreds of possible outcomes.

The smoke grenade wasn't really one of them. The moment she threw it, Chopper knew she wasn't a jedi. Unless of course the used other weapons while Chopper wasn't looking.
He reached over and snatched his helmet off the table and slid it over just as the cloud hit. His screen instantly came up and gave him several different signatures. One was the lightsaber that disappeared threw a wall.

He coughed once to clear his lungs in case he breathed in any of the smoke, and grabbed what ever tools were close at hand. A bundle of plastic coated wire ended up in the other. Shoving tools in his belt where possible, he tied a slip knot in the wire as best as he could. Sliding it into a large loop, he deemed himself ready.

Chopper took the same exit as Kayla, throwing the makeshift lasso in her direction while wrapping his hand up in the other end to ensure he didn't slip if he managed to catch her.