Cid shook his head knowing exactly what Vin was going to say about the landing and responded with his own monotone and purposeful computerized voice. "Good luck getting him to listen Nik. Plus, Marko doesn't fine Vin because he brings in the credits to more than cover the repairs, think of it as job security to keep you busy for when we do start to actually slow down, which may be soon considering the large victory the Sith recently had." Cid took no sides in the affair, nor knew his past prior his last memory wipe. "We will be seeing more scavenging runs for scrap metal, recon systems and information from the battle. Vin will be raking in the credits at that point."
This set Vin off on a tangent, as most topics would. "Hey, Have I ever told you of the time scavenging Hoth? Let me tell you, that was an adventure full of memories, especially when my partner was a Trandoshan." Vin starts going off talking about his previous encounter around Hoth, or what he believed was Hoth without letting anyone interrupt him and if they tried, he would just keep going through his story. At his age and questionable memory, one could never know if his story was real, was just at another location, or was a mixture of several of his experiences - only one thing could be deemed as true, he believed every word he enthusiastically spoke.
At a few points in Vin's story, he stopped for 15 to 30 seconds as he coughed onto what was hoped to be a clean cloth and not one full of grease. Immediately at the first vocal sign of the cough, Cid quickly and unknowingly quipped "Ycnegreme lacidem ruoy fo erutan eht etats esaelp" Cid takes the cloth and hands Vin another sanitary cloth to use for the next time - which Vin would insert into the pocket he had grease filled rags hanging out of. Cid started doing some analysis of the contents of the mucas and blood present, silently processing the results for his later reports and notes on Vins file, the outlook for Vins life expectancy was bleak - but he was told to never tell Vin the statistics.
Cid released Vins shoulder from his hand, knowing that once he's started in on his story he would not soon be stopping. He looked back to 32A and responded with a series of blips and bleeps to send the binary code, without trying to interrupt Vin "
|And this will not be the last time. He refuses to use Auto Pilot saying he can fly any ship better than its own computers - even if they are good! Something about not making the last minute adjustments he is so used to making, much to his own detriment now. If I could make a human restraining bolt and use it properly, I would, to save both of our hides and force him to take the easy way without causing damage.|
As Vin finished his story, Cid went back to speaking basic so the humans could understand. "Does the ship need to be moved right now, Vin is a little tired and not in proper mental shape to move the ship?" To which Vin quickly chirped up "I will be as soon as I get some drinks in me" He asked also because Vin hated, with a passion, other people driving his ship. For now, Vin was tired, looking for a drink, and just generally a little out of his mind. "As to the repairs, please send me the estimate costs and the actual costs including hours spent. It is a good idea to have these types of numbers for when Marco wants the reports, and I'm getting used to his normal requests. "