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Lujayne glanced over at him. "Trouble with the engine?" "Nothing major." Corran pointed down into the hole. "I had to replace an extractor a while back and keeping it trimmed up over the first fifty parsecs is important." Lujayne nodded. "Until it seats itself properly. Looks like you're working on the housing when you really ought to be just putting a spacer on the axle." "You know about fixing these things?" She shrugged. "Landspeeder repair was one of the trade skills my father used to teach. The T-47 uses virtually identical debris extraction systems for the engine. What you're doing will work, but you'll keep making adjustments for another six months. I can measure up a spacer and have it ground down to size for you in a half an hour or so." "Really?" "Sure, if you want the help." Corran frowned. "Why wouldn't I?" "You'd owe me a favor and you'd have to trust me." Trusting someone he did not know did feel odd to him, but not so much so that he could not do it. "I see your point. I think, though, I can trust you." "We have a deal then." Ooryl looked up at Lujayne. "You will need a spacer and laser calipers? Ooryl will obtain them, if you wish." "Please." Corran leaned back on the S-foil. "I appreciate this help." She smiled slyly. "I hope you think that after you hear what my favor is." "After we fix up your X-wing, you come with me to DownTime and get to know some of the oth-ers who are likely to make it into the squadron. We've all got the thing pretty well figured out- Gavin's a wild card, but Bror Jace thinks he will probably knock him from the running. A few of us are at the lower edge of what we assume will be ac-ceptable scores, but we hope to make it. Anyway, we congregate down there, swap stories, and get to know each other. Since you'll undoubtedly be in, you should join us." Corran nodded. "Okay, I'll do that, but that's the favor I owe you." "If that's the way you want it." "Definitely," Corran smiled at her. "I owe you for more than just helping with the engine. Asking me to become friends with folks I should already be getting to know isn't a favor I'd be doing you, but one I'll be doing myself. One thing though, I'm not going to have to get along with Bror Jace, am I?" "Why should you be the first?" "Good." As Ooryl returned with the part and the tool, Corran winked at Lujayne. "Well, let's get this engine working, then we can see if there's a way to fix up my relations with the rest of Rogue Squadron." 5 Corran Horn tried to kill his smile as he entered the white briefing amphitheater, then he saw all the other pilots who could smile were absolutely beam-ing. Not a one of the nervous expressions we were all wearing the other night in DownTime. The first message in the queue on his datapad had informed him that after breakfast he was to report for Rogue Squadron's first briefing. |
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