Denn's eyes moved from person to person as they spoke listening and smiling during their discourse. He caught a slight glance from James aimed at where the Twi'lek stood but figured it held meaning for the two and paid it no further attention. He smiled at the man's words. He had a sense of humor at least and seemed amiable enough. He nodded at the man.
"Certainly willing to help you get these parts back to the ship. I kin' offer you all a ride off this rock, might be a little tight if there are any more of you, if you're not too sentimental about your ship there. Though I'd understand if you'd like to get 'er back up'n runnin'."
He nodded and began to follow after Kay, his head on a swivel. Too many times he'd let down his guard only to be caught not paying attention. If he had his way, this wasn't going to be the next. He saw little on their short trek to the hull of a nearby ship, Kay climbing up into it. As he caught up, he spoke in response to James' question, a determined look on his face.
"Well, ran into some trouble up in that asteroid field." He nodded towards the sky.
"Took a few more dings than I'd like, dun messed up the main power coupling on ol' Jenny." The
Genesis of course was his ship, the renovated hull of an ancient YG-4210. He'd done most of the repairs and construction himself, in secret, as he'd managed to stow away enough funds to finally leave Nar Shaddaa and strike out on his own, away from the Hutt Crime Lords.
"I managed to land 'er on a ridge about three to five kilometers from here, that's where Star found me anyway. Must've seen the smoke trail as I entered the atmos." He continued walking towards the hull, reaching up and ducking up towards the entryway to the ship. Before he fully entered he popped his head back out and looked at James.
"I've got some more heavy duty tools stowed away in my ship. Might not be a bad plan to bring the parts there, and then I can just swing by and land at your crash site with the whole kit n' caboodle?"
Quickly smiling, he ducked back into the ship's interior. The place looked musty, old... the air stale. He cleared his throat as he carefully made his way in Kay's wake, towards the cockpit. Seeing the console she was indicating, he frowned slightly. It was an older model, but a proven one. He recalled the last time he worked on one of these... it had been a rough day, outrunning some of their rival Hutt's enforcers, but he'd managed to get the nav computer on their cargo vessel working just in time to jump. The memory faded as he kneeled down before the console.
"Excuse me Miss." He said politely, gesturing at the floor space adjacent to the console.
He laid down his pack, carefully reaching inside and retrieving a small haversack. A solid clinking of metal could be heard within. Laying it out on the floor he unrolled it, the tools inside revealed. An electrospanner and several older looking tools and pieces of electrical test equipment were there, each in their own designated pouch. Stroking his beard, he grunted and reached for a thin handled tool and a small pry bar, gently removing them and going to work on the panel before him. It didn't take long and the bolts had been removed. Setting the tools back in their place, he reached for the panel with both hands. His rough fingers grasped the durasteel cover tightly, forcefully jarring it from where it had been anchored. Inside, circuitry and wires could be seen arcing and tracing from top to bottom, a few further in the back traveling left to right. He squinted, following the leads to where they terminated, mentally creating a picture of what the circuitry looked like. He sat like this for a few moments before rising to his feet and facing both Kay and Star.
"Looks in good order, can't say we've got a live power source though. This ol' thing'll need at least a small power source to get her tested." He bit the inside of his cheek.
"I ent got nothin' here to test it with... unless..." He trailed off, lost in thought.
Without another word he turned and headed back out of the cockpit, disappearing down a corridor deeper into the ship. Before he could be gone too long, he came rushing back in, a small rectangular box held in his hands. As he entered, he held up a hand, one finger extended indicated he wanted them to wait. His face held a tight expression of excitement. Swiftly kneeling once more, he lifted the box, holding it in place with one hand while blindly extending his right backwards.
"One of you mind handing me the soldering iron?" He asked, flexing his fingers slightly. He hoped one of them knew what it
looked like.
He hadn't done it before, but it was possible that doing what he was about to do would work. In theory. He'd let the results speak for themselves, that way he could either claim ignorance, or credit, whichever suited him. He was a good mechanic, but with a ship of this type and without knowing how long it had remained derelict, the was no telling what would happen.
[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Lumi Snow"] | [member="Thraxis"]
