"Crewman Kerdi, callsign Ryn."

Kathryn rolled over in her bunk and squinted her blue eyes towards the messenger standing uncomfortably in the barracks. He was a tiny man, and couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. His uniform hung off his joints as if it was two sizes too large.

"Yea, that's me." She groaned as she forced herself upright and took the datapad from the man before he scurried out of the crowded bunk area.

She slowly read the words that scrolled up on the screen.

"What is it?"

"I need to report to the hanger, apparently I have training." She looked off thoughtfully for a moment. "I don't remember having training today."

With a shrug she quickly pulled on her jacket and headed out the door. The corridors were crowded but as Ryn neared her destination fewer and fewer personnel were scurrying around. Hanger 52-B was mostly a scrapyard. It was the place the VENA put the ships that were too old, or just too far disabled to repair.

A man with a dark brown beard stood in the center of a random collection of parts. He held a datapad up and seemed to be taking inventory of the junk. Her eyes swept the rest of the hanger looking for any sign of life, and found nothing.

"Ahh good you're here."

She noted the Warrant Officer 2nd Class emblem on his coveralls. "Yes, Sir. Reporting as ordered."

His eyes never left his datapad, whatever he was working on seemed to be consuming his attention. "I'm Officer Osen, I understand you have experience in repair." He stepped over parts of a hyperdrive and made his way towards the far corner of the hanger bay. After a handful of steps echoed off the walls Ryn assumed she was supposed to follow Osen and quickly moved to catch up with him.

"Crewman this is...well was, a Armored Personnel Carrier. Two blaster cannons, one mounted E-web heavy repeater, holding cells for POWs, and enough room inside for a squad of stormtroopers. As you can see, half the engine is outside the shuttle rather than inside. I'd like you to fix that." He nodded, turned on his heels and started to walk back to complete his previous task.

"Wait, sir. I...how am I...?"

Osen sighed. "The tools are there Crewman, if you can fix her I'll sign off on a skill certificate for you. If you can't, it's not the worst way to spend a day. Just see what you can do, I'll be around I have to complete inventory on this mess. Any parts you see lying around are yours if you can find use for them."

Ryn rolled her eyes and turned to face the repulsorlift vehicle in front of her. The body wasn't in bad shape, in fact the shuttle couldn't have seen that much action before some engine malfunction grounded her. She rummaged through the tools finding a good hydrospanner that would come in handy and some clamps. The first step would be to get the main chassis back in the engine core then connect the power, after that she would have to re-evaluate things.

After two hours her arms were aching from all the lifting. Ryn was convinced several of the things she was doing was work meant for a droid. The hull was completely reassembled with the engine and sublight drives finally setting in their proper places. Connecting the power was becoming the difficult part. Ryn climbed down into the maintenance shaft which was accessible now only through the aft holding cells, and attempted to connect the fresh power cells she found in the hanger. Part of her wondered if Osen had left those on purpose, but after the third hour she no longer cared.

Everything clicked into place like a jigsaw puzzle and Ryn made her way to the cockpit to test out her handy work. She whispered a checklist to herself the entire way there, hoping she hadn't forgotten a step. Her favorite job before joining the navy was as a mechanic at a local shipyard, so although she had never worked on a APC before the basic design of a repulsorlift engine didn't change.

The controls hummed to life at her command and she felt a smirk spread across her face. Although she had no real room to take the transport for a test drive, at least it turned on. With that confirmed she decided it was time to track down Osen and get his opinion on her work.

She found him, basically in the same spot she first met him, still with his nose in a datapad. "So crewman, I heard a roar from that old bird, I guess those things I heard about you are true."

"I'm not sure about the thrusters, they check out when I run a systems analysis but I can't really do maneuvers in here..."

"You're fine Crewman. Report back to your barracks for some R and R, I'll send in my recommendation. Nice work."

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