The sound of metal music screams through the repair bay as a green haired Sarange in red work-goggles is digging around inside the torso of a construction mech and tossing out fried components “Hydraulic regulator fried, load sensor melted, servo controller…half gone? How in Sella’s name did Mac keep this hunk of junk working…oh and the main computer is fried.” She backs out of the torso a bit “I don’t like the angle that arm is resting at” she hops back on to the platform and climbs up to the arm and inspects “Yup that’s what I thought. Socket is busted. I keep telling him he might as well just replace this thing. Well one way or the other he is going to have to this time. By the time I am done fixing this thing it’s gonna wind up being a new mech.” She looks out of the mech bay into the rest of her shop. Various personal vehicles, a small personal shuttle craft, as well as some smaller mech suits that aren’t as damaged as the old relic of a mech she’s been working on scattered about being worked on by her people. She also sees a female Zarange with back hair that looks very much like herself “Oh hey” she stops emitting music “If it isn’t my doppelganger.” The Zarange smirks “You ever going to not call me that G?” G shakes her head “probably not.” “You still going to be able to work on the racer tomorrow? You seem kind of busy.” It’s G’s turn to smirk now “Of course. I already told Mac I had to work on the racer when he scheduled these repairs. Besides I need you to be able to win your races don’t I?” The Zarange nods “True. Even more so if you want your, what was it again, ‘Flying advertisement’ to cross the checkered flag” G scoffs “hey I built the racer so it is a flying advertisement so long as you don’t wreck it!” then grins “Trust me. I’ll have her singing before race day” a scruffy looking dwarf waddles up beside the Zarange and shouts up to G “Hey boss! I got good news and bad news” G Sighs “What is the bad news?” “Conrail Mechs says they stopped making parts for that big relic there a year ago.” G sighs again “They were the last ones too…” The dwarf says “It gets worse. Some of the mech suits are even older so they even less likely to find a new part” G shakes her head “And the good news” the dwarf smirks “Well past today being dry for a jungle planet well…you know that goblin Jack?” G nods “Well I thought to call him and see if he might have salvaged something. He said no at the time but did see an abandoned yellowbird space station on his scanners that might have original parts still. He’s gonna do us a solid and see if his crew can salvage stuff we can at least make work” G responds “well at least there is something…” The zarange waves “Well I will let you get back to work G” “Ya ya” and the music starts blaring again right when G gets back to inspecting the larger mech.