<div align="center"><strong>-=Anwar, Mechanical Engineer - In the salvage yard of Cast-Offs, talking to Jack and Griff=-</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu156/rage0976/RP%20Characters/jensen_ackles_07.jpg)</div><strong>“Ai ya. He’s good. Does your dog always bark this much, Jack, or does it bite too?”<br/><br/>“Docking bay thirty. That’s Three-Zero for those of us who can’t count that high,” </strong><br/><br/>The young man caught the catalyzer with ease, having stared back at the larger man with no signs of having been intimidated.  He then grinned a bit, giving a slight nod to the two of them.  "This guy's alright, Jack."  He'd had enough time to determine that Griff wasn't likely Alliance, or a threat.  The fact that the man had retorted with an equally sharp wit had impressed him.  Griff had proven himself to be a thinker, even though it was apparent the man was no stranger to a fight, and he could respect that.  "I'll be there in about an hour," he told the Captain.  "Just need time to hunt down a suitable replacement and yank it."<br/><br/>He then turned to head deeper into the yard to start his search, going through all the ships that used similar model catalyzers.  He didn't need an exact match, only something close, and he could adjust and modify it as needed to make it work.  Often times, he could even come up with a better design.  After taking a look at a few of the junkers, he found one with a usable part, and quickly went about the task of extracting it to get it cleaned up and ready.  After about twenty minutes, he had the working catalyzer on his bench, cleaning it up and making a few small tweaks so it would work in the Dragonfly.<br/><br/>As Anwar got out of earshot, Jack turned to Griff and shrugged his shoulders a bit.  "He'll be there in pretty much exactly an hour.  Haven't known him not to keep an appointment yet."  Motioning for Griff to follow him back inside, he smirked and glanced to his friend.  "He can be a little standoffish at first, but he's a good kid.  I think he might have some troubles, though.  He's been tryin' to earn enough money to get off planet...and since you apparently just had an opening...just sayin'."  Raising a hand to push some hair back from his face, Jack watched for Griff's reaction to the news, usually able to tell if his old friend was considering something seriously or not.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Just about an hour after he had spoken to Griff, as he had promised, Anwar was walking along the docks, pausing at bay thirty to look the ship over briefly as people were scrambling about loading groceries it seemed.  She was a beauty, there was no doubt, even if she looked to have some mileage on her.  To Anwar, that only added to her allure.  "The Gamble," he mouthed to himself before he was in motion once more, strolling up the cargo ramp as if he were just another crew member, blending into the crowd and making his way to the engine room.  He knew the layout of a Dragonfly well enough to navigate it without getting lost, and was soon looking over an engine that, from what he could tell, had been quite well taken care of.<br/><br/>Lowering a hand to adjust his tool belt, the man named Anwar was soon in the process of installing the refurbished and modified catalyzer he'd set up.  Biting his tongue in concentration, if there had been anyone there to see him in that moment, they'd have seen a man completely at peace within his element.  Within a short time, the replacement part was locked in and ready to be tested.  The adjustments he had made to the catalyzer would lower emissions and get more distance per tank of fuel for the ship, and it would last a bit longer than they normally had a tendency to do he hoped.  It was an untested theory, so he couldn't be sure.<br/><br/>Once the part was installed, the young man began to gather his tools, noticing the radio that had been set aside nearby.  Putting the last of his tools in place, he walked to the radio and keyed it up for a moment before bringing it to his face to speak.  "Um, Captain Kingston?"  He let off the key and waited for a response, taking a strawberry lollipop from his pocket, unwrapping it, and placing it in his mouth.  This was often his reward for a job well done.  Processed, fruity goodness.<br/><br/>(Note: I was given permission to speak and act for Jack in posts concerning Anwar, just so nobody mistakes this for godmoding.  ^_^)