Gear Up and Prepare

Back at the Convor, Timik is working proudly on what appears to be some sort of speeder bike. He's chittering while he crawls around it, spanner working wildly while he pries important looking wires out and replaces them with seemongly random bits of electronics.

"Skrttt-ikki-ikki kri Jawa dk ski skip!"

"Right. So that thing in the robe showed you this... 'beautiful piece of machinery'... and gave you a 'great deal' on it?"

"Skriiiii kirikiri sk-sk-sk."

"That's... wow. Ok. That's one definition of a great deal. I guess it's your money."

"Tell heem bist part!"

"... skiiiii skiri tik tik ski-ski-ski."

You rub your forehead to keep the headache at bay. You don't know why you gave him access to the operating funds account. You'd fire him right now, if he hadn't already modified the ship's engines so far that he was the only one who really knew how they worked. And if those modifications weren't so useful.

"Just... make sure it's running by tomorrow. That eats away the money I would have used to rent a speeder. And pretty much the rest of the money budgeted for expenses for this mission." You glare meaningfully. "And most of your take from this job."

Timik chitters happily. You know he cares more about access to the Convor's systems and equipment than his actual paycheck. Relieved that he has escaped any real consequences, the little rodent resumes skittering around his new toy.

You sort out the rest of the equipment you might need. Your usual kit is a must: blaster pistol, knife, communicator. You pack a canteen and binoculars into a side back, along with some short range life-sign scanning probes of Timik's design. This job is far enough from civilization that collatoral damage isn't as much of an issue, so you pack some thermal detonators as well. Just in case.

You drop every bit of combat armor except your chest plate. You find your lightest clothing; it isn't the most practical kit, but neither is dying of heatstroke. You pack your coat into the bag in case of a sandstorm.

Everyone knows their roles. Rogo mans the ship and watches comms, Tekka is staying in Mos Espa to keep her ear to the ground, and Timik... hopefully doesn't blow up the ship.

You're as ready as you'll ever be for tomorrow.