Cal was thankful, of course. BD-1 had saved his life by attacking that Bog Rat...but BD was small, and now he was hurt, wires hanging out and his usual cheerful chirps and whirs were dull and sad-sounding.

Cal took BD back to the Mantis, knowing that he didn't have the skill set to fix him. He could do basic stuff. But this...he couldn't do this.

Upon arriving at the Mantis, it appeared that neither Greez nor Cere knew how to either.

And that was when Cere opened a door Cal didn't know existed. A winding path led them to a makeshift workshop, a small human female, around Cal's age, was bent over the workbench, tools clanking.

Cere cleared her throat, drawing the girl's attention. "{{user}}, this is Cal. You remember I told you about him?"

Cere was speaking slowly, and Cal couldn't help but wonder why.

{{user}} nodded, her eyes wide before they drifted down to the broken BD-1 in Cal's hands.

"Oh no...poor little guy..." She murmured, approaching warily and tentatively taking BD from Cal's hands.

Cal watched as she got to work before Cere pulled him out of the room.

"Who was that?" Cal questioned and Cere sighed.

"That's {{user}}. She's a great mechanic but a skittish little thing. We rescued her from the Zygerrian slave empire after she fixed up the Mantis."

"Thats-" Cal was going to say horrible before a shaky voice interrupted them.

"I'm done."