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It was pure luck to find a space port this far from the Outer Rim that had the means to perform real maintenance on a ship. Not the stitch and fix Jerry rigging crap all to common out in the wilder parts of the galaxy, but a place with actual spare parts and proper tools. This place was basically a Godsend for those who sought there fortunes out here at the edge of the Galaxy. Especially when you're on a Ghtroc 720 that's been hauling cargo before you were even born. But even a bounty of spair parts and serviceable tools weren't enough to make the captain's deadline. At least... not without help.

Begrudgingly the Captain agreed, and asked Czerka to send over a technician to assist with star ship repairs. The corporate bureaucrats seemed to be on the ball out here as they informed the captain that they'd sent one of there best technicians his way, and that he should expect her over shortly. The captain had other... "matters" to attend to, leaving you, the droid, and the pilot with the ship to deal with Czerka's technician. You milled about by the lowered cargo ramp, simply waiting for the technician. There wasn't much else you could do anyways, and why not get some fresh clean air for once. It was actually quite relaxing to simply sit out in the sun a bit relaxing. "Excuse me." maybe a bit too relaxing as the feminine voice from behind startled you.

You turn to face the woman but quickly find yourself face to... well... bosom to a rather tall woman. They were quite nice bosoms that would put any stripper back in the core's assets to shame, but it was the huge doughy girth she sported that had your mind spinning. However, you quickly avert your eyes upwards towards her face, hopping she hadn't noticed you staring slack jawed at her. Thankfully she was smiling instead of scowling or angry, which was a good sign. "I"m Mya Ando. The administrator told me that you're ship needed a technician." You simply nodded, and were just about to tell her what needed to be done when a deep bestial Grrrrrrroooooowwwwllll cut you off. "Sorry about that." Mya said as she placed her hands on her still grumbling belly. "I hadn't had lunch yet. So the tanks a little low." She chuckled at her joke while her hands started to rub across the soft 'fuel tank' the soft fat giving under her fingers just enough as they glided across it's surface. "Do you think we can discuss this over something to eat? I do need to top the big gal off." Mya gave her belly a few pats to indicate who the big gal was.

You simply nod, wondering just what is it you've gotten yourself into this time...

Here's a little short story with Mya in it and we will no doubt see more of her soon. Also thought it would help give a little insite on what Mya does for a living. She's a star ship technician so naturally she often finds herself being sent to assist the mechanics of visiting star ships in repairs.

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