A Call to Skill Up

[explosive_artist]

The music is loud enough to be felt through the bulkheads of her quarters and within Sabine is busy. She's got a blaster disassembled and is reading Imperial comm specs on a datapad as she cleans the blaster by muscle memory. Another datapad is running a few simulations on explosive compounds, and there are sketches strewn about the room; half finished and seemingly forgotten. There are also several new gadgets on her other work bench, set aside as some new task takes her attention; dataspikes, explosive detonators, and more.

With the new goal for the crew, Sabine might be a little worried her skills aren't up to task. She'd never admit it, and it's more her technical skills she worried about, but there it is. To be fair, it's been a long time since she's sliced into Imperial comms.

Comments

[for_everyone]

It's not that Hera's here to ask Sabine to quiet down her music. It's more that this level of volume tends to mean the Mandalorian has something heavy on her mind, and given the dangers of the holomap mission, she'd rather check in now than later, when it's too late.

Which is why she doesn't bother knocking, just kicks the door hard -- two dull thuds in quick succession -- and raises her voice in something more parade-ground yell than quiet inquiry.

"Sabine? Do you have a minute?"