Analysis

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I don't own Star Wars btw. I know. Disappointing.

Amelia ran through lists in her head of things she needed to do for her report. She faintly noticed hands brushing over her shoulders as her measurements were taken, but was really too deep in her thoughts to notice.

"Okay, miss. I'll send you the design and you can tinker with it if you want. I know a lot of people like to customize it," the Zabrak taking the measurements said. They stepped over to a screen and scrolled before landing on her name. "Sent."

Amelia shook her head. "I'm fine with whatever your design is. I just need this quickly."

"Of course." They nodded. "If you want to wander around nearby it should be finished in three hours."

"Thank you so much. I hate to rush you, but my squad's next mission is in a day," Amelia gratefully said. She brightened at the prospect of the market nearby. Perhaps it would have the transmitter she needed to repair her datapad, though she didn't know how to do the actual fixing itself.

She wandered off to a mechanic's shop, browsing through the spare parts. Amelia managed to find the transmitter and purchased it with some of the credits in her pocket. 

After that, she idly looked through some other shops and stalls, but didn't see anything that caught her eye. She only ever bought what she needed, never anything that she wanted.

"Amelia?"

She turned, spotting Wrecker waving to her. As soon as he confirmed it was her, he bustled over, pushing through the crowd.

"Oh, hello, Wrecker." Amelia smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"We all wanted to look at some stuff." Wrecker shrugged. "Except Tech. He stayed back at the ship."

Amelia's good mood soured at the mention of Tech. "Blast. I needed to go back to the ship."

"Aw, you're not gonna stay with me?" Wrecker looked disappointed, although Amelia didn't know why. 

"Sorry, I can't." Amelia handed him some credits. "But why don't you get something nice to show me later? I'll see you on the ship."

Wrecker brightened and eagerly nodded. "Ya got it!"

Amelia returned to the armoury and waited the rest of the time until the Zabrak from before called her in. She was shown how to put on the thin plastoid and sent on her way.

She dreaded the thought of it, but she needed to go back to the ship. She had to figure out how to fix her datapad before she left, otherwise she'd never be able to keep her supervisor updated, as was required.

Amelia walked up the ramp onto the ship, heading for the cockpit where her bag was. She didn't see Tech in there, so she let out a breath of relief.

Then she spun around to leave, immediately bumping into him.

Amelia fell backwards, landing roughly on her tailbone. Tech didn't attempt to catch her, merely watching in surprise at the string of curses she let loose.

"Quite the vulgar language," Tech remarked as she got back up. "I only recognized three out of five of those words."

Amelia dusted herself off. "Yeah well that's what happens when you fall. You usually swear."

Tech hummed, flicking his gaze over the case she was carrying. "What's that?"

"It's the armour I was given," Amelia informed him, switching it between hands.