(Human Form)
The scenery outside was peaceful; green, luxurious, and spacious. The only problem was the modern day blot of technology that was a hangar and a garage sitting in the middle of the vast emerald green fields of the farmlands. The sound of gears clanking and tools clinking was loud in the spacious workshop. The hangar doors were wide open, emitting a chilly breeze behind the massive ship that currently occupied the floor space. A billions different parts, droids, tools, and odds and ends lay strewn around the shop. A radio blasted was sounded a lot like heavy rock music, and if one looked really closely, they could see the tail end of someone sticking out of a nearby speeder. The rock music was accompanied by a cacophony of curses as the speeder suddenly shuddered and coughed, nearly ejecting the person working on it and sending it’s mechanic flying.
The grease splattered worker spluttered on the floor a few feet away, face streaked with sludge and oil, and eyebrows looking a little singed. “Fierfek!” she shouted, using one of the more colorful words she’d picked up from a certain someone. Yes, it was a ‘she.’ The ambiguous jumpsuit she wore revealed no curve or dip, and it was hard to tell if she really was a ‘she,’ but there was no denying it when another round of curses spilled from her feminine lips. Not only was she not your average male mechanic, she was also not your average, typical woman. She sported fin like protrusions for ears, making her seem like a giant lion fish instead of a human, and a long, thick tail that was spiked at the end. Her nails were glistening claws, and if one looked close enough, they could see fangs glinting past her lips. With a feral snarl, she kicked the speeder, and then leapt back quickly when it growled at her. “Kriffing piece of junk.”
She put her hands on her hips, and sighed. “I never should’ve agreed to fix this thing. More trouble than it’s worth.” Suddenly, the woman seemed to remember something, and perked up, looking around the hangar and her garage. “Hey…where’s…” She flicked her tail absently, pulling her cap lower on her head. She was never seen without her cap; she had no intention of taking it off. Beneath it, a cascade of curly hair and tiny horns were hidden, keeping her gender safely ambiguous, just like her jumpsuit. When she had customers or people coming over, she kept it zipped up tightly, but in moments like now, she had it unzipped to reveal a form fitting tank top underneath that left no question as to whether she was a woman or not. She even went so far as to go by the name ‘Rob’ instead of her real name, ‘Robin,’ and deepen her voice as best she could.
She found that most men tended to dislike having women work on their machines; if they saw she was female, she’d lose business. Even one of her closest ‘friends’ didn’t know she was a woman. It was just easier that way. She huffed quietly. Yeah, better and easier, right? But she hated deceiving Talyc, and she…well, she really wished he knew she was a woman. Not-not that she had feelings for him or anything, no! She just…uh…well…The woman frowned, wondering where that train of thought was going. She tended to try to steer clear of those thoughts, forcing herself to see Talyc as only a friend and nothing more; after all, he only liked her because she was a good mechanic and babysitter, and didn’t even know she was a woman to boot! “Back to the task at hand!” she quickly reminded herself aloud. The task at hand was currently trying to find the little wild-child she was ‘babysitting’ for Talyc. “Cuyan!” she called into the expanse of the hangar. “Hey! Where’d you get off to, you little snapper?”