You were apart of a small group, you always flew with you team, scavenging different supplies, trading some for coins, or even better supplies, sometimes even harboring information. It was going great, until a trade in Tatooine, a guy searching for information— the deal itself went well, you’d gotten a few metal bars, for droids and ships metal incase it was needed.

It was, because your ship would not longer start, the steering gear getting jammed, a distaste protest from the ships as metal groans loudly. Simply not a good sign, so you tried to get it to roll, asking locals around where the nearest mechanic shop was.

You’d found one, it was called ‘Sky mechanic shop’ though your ship had refused to budge after you got close, so you had to walk the rest of the way.

When you enter, you see scrap metal from different droids, jets around, clearly showing what it was. You walk towards the sound of drilling happening, seeing a guys back as he fixes some sort of part on a pod.

You clear your throat, capturing his attention, the guy turning to look at you.