Bert’s garage is filled with honks, squeals, beeps, and other strange speeder noises. I roll a tire up to my station, where I’m working on a speeder that got bashed up real bad. I disable the power current and take of the primary shield.

"Drew! Drew! I need the gotham wrench to tighten up the magna screws on this fuel cell container… There! By your elbow. No, over… Can you - Thanks."

"So. Brie."

I fidget with the fuel cell, and calibrate the power strip too high. It sends a shower of sparks out the other direction, near Drew. He backs away a little. Cool.

He pretends as if he doesn’t notice and continues to polish the tire gauge. All of a sudden, he speaks up.

"What are you going to do about your brother?"

"What do you mean?"

I try to send more sparks his way. A little burst comes out, a spark lands on Nedyl’s paperwork, and his desk ignites in flames. Oh well. No one really cares about Nedyl. He’s mean. But I guess I might know why.

"Well? I hear he’s pretty deep into this crime lord business, huh?"

"Sure."

"Come on."

"I think this cantern cup needs replacing. I’m going to go look for a replacement part."

Or some tape. We don’t have the best reputation. But we only charge five carenas, which is good. But not for me. I get minimum wage.

I walk away towards the office, where they have plenty of spoons, paper cups, napkins, and things I can use for my repairs, when Drew grabs my arm and pulls me back again.

"I’m serious. This is a big problem."

"What do you care? He’s my brother."

"What if they find out you’re related? His enemies could-"

"Hah! Like I care! How would they link a minimum wage speeder fixer and a crime slash drug lord with connections? It just doesn’t work out."

"But still."

"If anything, they should be able to figure out that if I were to be kidnapped and held for ransom, Trei wouldn’t pay more than a carena to get me back. You know that."

"Brie, be sensible."

"Yeah right. Me? Sensible? No way. See you tomorrow, man. I think I’ll go home, now."

"What about Henwick?"

"He can fuck himself."

"I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that."

"Then tell him I’m out for a smoke."

"But you don’t smoke, and if he finds out you’ve gone, then my own job’s on the line, here."

"Fine. Tell him what you want. I’m leaving. Bye."

"Brie!"

I slammed the door after myself, and I passed Nedyl on my way out. He was taking a long drag on his ciga.

"Hey, Ned- your desk’s on fire." *

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God. I don’t know where that came from. This is a completely different kind of fic. Hope you like it. More later. Toodlenuts!