Ahsoka Tano; Mightiest Force Wielder (Book 1: The Rise)

Darth Ahsoka 3

Mike's POV:

Mike was glum, when his boss called him. He had to talk to customers again and provide advise. It would steel at least half an hour of his work time and he had to work late into the night again to finish all his tasks.

Ahsoka's POV:

A human mechanic entered the office, displaying dirty hands, a workshop overall, camouflaging between blue and black and oily war paint on his face. He also displayed a genuine, nice and friendly smile though. Ahsoka greeted him: "Hello Mike, nice to meet you."

Mike's POV:

Mike was ensorcelled, there was this beautiful Togruta inquisitor in her cool uniform and the unfathomable yellowish blue eyes standing in the office. She would definitely be worth giving excessive advise and information, even if it meant for him to work longer. Mike jokingly: "All mechanics are called Mike, eh? It's an honor to meet you Ma'am."

Ahsoka innocently: "No, your Boss called you Mike. I Having successfully mastered the useless formalities, with which the chair farting, cigar puffing, whisky burping bureaucrats had to bother the ordinary working class, Ahsoka left the port and looked for public transport shuttles. People were staring at her, an inquisitor in public transport was something rather rare. Anyways she could not help it. She hoped, the station she got out was the correct one? Eventually, she came to the area, where she thought that fricknin' garage was. Somehow though the aisle she was in did not look familiar and she ended up having to ask people. It turned out, she was about right, but the garage was one level deeper. Entering the garage, she already saw mechanics working on some smaller vessels. Scanning the place, she approached what looked like an office.

A fat, obese dude lingered behind an old desk and looted a box of dunkin' donuts. With her entry, his attention immediately diverted from the sweet content of the box to the trouble promising inquisitor. With smug voice, the fat bloke greeted her: "An inquisitor, what an honor. We don't do anything illegal here. You have come in vain."

Ahsoka replied: "I hope I have not come in vain. I need mods for a ship, carried out in discretion."

The blokes eyes widened: "Oh, I see, I believe we are experts in carrying out work in discretion."

Ahsoka brightly: "Sounds good. I want your best mechanic, so that I can explain what I want."

Mr. Obese: "My fair lady of the inquisitorial kind, may I kindly ask you to bring in your fine, imperial vessel first, so that we can take an expertly look at it?"

Ahsoka: Sorry, but it's too big."

Fat bloke: "What type is it? A Star Destroyer?"

Ahsoka: "No, a cargo ship."

The obese bloke assiduously: "Ah, Oh, OK. And my fair, inquisitorial lady got the necessary budget approved?" More unceremoniously and straightforwardly, he added: "You have credits?"

Ahsoka knew the game, placed a 50 credit chip on the table and retorted: "Those are yours, when your mechanic impresses me."

The bloke greedily looked at the credit chip, quickly snatched it with his bulgy fingers and a second later he yelled: "Mike", into the workshop.

She did not like that smug obese dude with his fake regal language, but as she did not know another place, which carried out work in discretion, she could did not know, that all mechanics are called Mike. I wonder, when all mechanics are called Mike, why not everyone came, when your boss yelled Mike into the workshop?"

Mike again joking: "Well the other one's deaf, that's why."

Ahsoka teasing: "So you're the best mechanic here."