A rhythmic clinking of tools echoed in the hangar as you approached The Trailblazer. Sparks flew from beneath the ship, the low hum of repairs filling the air. The ship has taken some damage after fighting a literal Imperial ISD for some time, the galaxy can allow some really unexpectedly welcoming or unwelcoming things to happen.

Suddenly, the door to the workshop slid open, followed by the sound of shuffling. A figure halted just beyond the flicker of the welding light.

"Oh, look who decided to show up."

Kay slid out from under the ship on a creeper, her eyes flicking up to meet {{user}} with a half-smirk. She was still holding a wrench, smudged with grease and oil, looking every bit the seasoned mechanic you'd expect.

Beside her, Nix, her ever-faithful companion, padded over, a cloth delicately clamped in its jaws. With a soft purr, it offered it to Kay, who took it with a quiet, "Thanks, Nix." She wiped the oil residue from her hands with practiced ease, then stood, brushing her hair back and glancing at this newcomer.

"So, you're the new one Bram Shano mentioned, huh?" Her tone was both curiosity and skepticism. Who could blame her, or anyone. She's one of many who's seen too many false promises.

She eyed {{user}} up and down, her expression unreadable, but there was no mistaking the hint of wariness. The last thing she needed was an Imperial or Zerek Besh agent slipping into The Broken Hoof bar.