That won't happen to you

Chapter 102

The place was really musty. But Ahsoka heard the familiar hum of machines and immediately felt at ease.

The young man put something on the table in front of her.

"Here you go. A broken R4 unit. Can you fix it?" he said.

Ahsoka nodded. "I'd just need tools."

He gave her tools.

Ahsoka climbed onto the metal table and sat down on her knees next to the droid.

Carefully, she unfastened the completely dented head, revealing the destroyed technology.

Without hesitation, she reached for the tools.

She couldn't remember ever having tinkered with anything technical. But she didn't have to.

Just the thought made her fingers tingle.

And as soon as she had the screwdriver in her hand, everything went by itself. She didn't even have to think about what she was doing.

She just did it.

In the back of her mind, she heard a familiar voice coming up from time to time, giving her tips. Explaining the droid to her.

This voice didn't even make it out of her subconscious.

It was too... natural.

Too normal.

It belonged there.

And Ahsoka belonged in front of that droid, which was coming back to life under her skilled hands.

She smiled proudly as she placed the head back on the droid and turned it on.

Immediately it beeped and wheeled around, almost falling off the table but stopping just in time.

The young man looked at the droid.

"You are really good. If you want the job, you can have it," he said.

"Just until I get enough money for the ship," Ahsoka replied.

"Why don't you just take a shuttle bus anyway?"

"Because the shuttle buses have destinations. I don't know what mine is yet."

The man shrugged.

"My name is Aech, by the way." he then commented.

Ahsoka hesitated for a moment.

"I'm..." she took a moment.

"I'm Ahsoka."

"Then welcome to team Ahsoka" he said kindly.

"Can I have another droid? To fix?"

"Sure."

He picked up another one.

This tin can was almost more beaten up than the previous one.

Ahsoka opened the rear hatch, certain that this time the problem was here.

She was right.

Without seeing what she was doing, she worked her way through the tangle of cables and made no trouble.

"Who taught you this, anyway?"

"Huh?"

"Mending droids."

Ahsoka pondered. Who had taught her to do that?

She didn't know.

She didn't want to say she didn't know.

"My brother," she improvised.

"And where is your brother now?"

"Not here."

Aech sighed.

"Not very talkative, are you?"

"Concentrating on the droid"

Aech gave it up. He moved aside a bit and soon a clatter and welding announced that he was also tinkering with a droid.

"We'll have to talk about your salary and the employment contract later," he said at some point.

"Later," Ahsoka said. The droid was more important.

She had almost solved the problem.

It was already tricky.

SkyGuy would be proud of her.

Ahsoka lowered her arms.

Wait... SkyGuy?