The bion grinned, extending her hand that'd intimidate a spade.“Nesrin Khan, chief quartermaster for the fighter engineering with Battlegroup Auxesia - you know, purple cyborg people with flechettes up their arses. I’m a great fighter mechanic, terrible fighter pilot. A do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do type.””
Nesrin slapped the star flier’s flank, patting it with the respect of a rider with an obedient mustang.
“This fighter’s small. Real small. I’ve worked on component miniaturisation before. It’s going to be tricky for you to properly stuff her with components. Pass me an auto spanner.”
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)