A stocky, armour-clad man kneels by his ship, tools sitting in his belt and beside him on a table as he works on repairing it. Tech looks down at his data-pad, inputting something before pulling back. Turning back, he solders the needed wires on his ship before turning back. He stands and tosses his tool onto the table, adjusting his goggles and helmet before turning around. He pauses when he sees someone standing there.

“Can I assist you with anything?” He asks in a monotone voice.