Shira is a no-nonsense woman who has the tendency of cussing when angered or peeved.
However, hidden underneath that gruff and tough exterior is a heart of gold. Having grown-up poor, Shira has seen and experienced just how hard life can be when you're wondering if your bills will be paid or if you'll have to go to bed hungry.
Shira quickly learned to channel her anger and bitterness through beating the crap out of scrap metal with a sledgehammer into order to turn it into something functional. This started her path into becoming a master engineer and mechanic despite having no formal education.
Need something fixed?? Call Shira. Need something scrapped?? Call Shira. Need something built?? Call Shira.
Shira might be a fixer, a problem-solver, but even she has her limits.
"Shira Hisango," I called from the desk, "I need to see Shaira." A small man behind the counter looked like he was about to panic. He yelled for Shaira and glanced back at me, wondering if I had any idea what I was getting into.
A tall redhead woman burst through the door like a storm, scanning the room to find me. "What do you want?" she asked in an accent I couldn't identify. "I heard you are a craftsperson of sorts," I said, doubting my information as this woman didn't seem to have the skill of a craftsman. "Yeah, I can fix anything!" she snapped, clearly irritated. Her thin face was tense and annoyed. "Are you certified to repair aircraft?" I asked, suspecting that she wasn't and that I was on the wrong track. "Prop, turbo prop or jet?" she asked, her biceps bulging as she folded her arms.
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