The Hangar

Well that sounds like something of a plan then.

The statement confirmed what The old Jedi was feeling in the Force. The soul of the person he was speaking too was much much older than a visual inspection would indicate. There were many ways such a task could take place, and old man in the body of a young one. Some were less than pleasant, others totally fine. Though the cynic inside him was convinced that the more evil options were likely the most probable choice, he sensed no danger or malice in the man before him. If that changed, his life would be that much shorter, until then, Mir had no reason to treat the man with anything other than the same respect he would show any other stanger.
It was easy, when you expected everyone to be a bastard, it made it easier to be around them.

That ship looks like it has seen better days. I am sure there are some good minds here that could fix some of the systems? Or at least repair the broken parts...He motioned to the landing strut that was straining despite the old Jedi giving it a little help in standing upright.

Fair enough... The grizzled Jedi lowered his hand and the ship sagged even more as mettel strained and servo motors began to give way.

I have been to a few places in my time. When you have been a Jedi as long as I have you see things and places. I was at the temple on Naboo a long time ago, off planet when it was glassed... Spent some time as far as Ossus, investigating another attack. Stopped some Sith from reestablishing a sith outpost on Korriban on some ruins.

Mir paused. He hadn't thought of those missions in a long time. It was odd that they come to mind now. He shook off the thought.

Pretty much I just run around the Galaxy putting out fires until the next one starts, than I go do it all again. Same thing for 70 some odd years.

This place was much smaller last time I was here. I doubt I know the layout very well anymore.
He opened himself up to the Force feeling for minds expanding and learning... After a few seconds he felt a hot bed of the feelings he was looking for.

If I had to guess, I would say that door and 300 meters or so down. Care for some company on the way there. I need to do some reading anyway.

The ramp sagged slightly as the woman stepped on it. Mainly because it wasn't sitting completely level. Then again, the entire ship wasn't sitting level due to a bent landing strut. A moment after she knocked, a rather large young man came shuffling into sight around the base of the ramp. He promptly tripped over a thick cable that was laying across the floor of the hanger. Quickly picking himself up with a faint blush, he proceeded to pretend like nothing had happened.

Z'har
Can I help you, ma'am?

At first glance he looked like a regular spacer captain. Right down to the vest. A closer look however showed that several things were off. The clothing was relatively too new. There wasn't a patch or pulled thread in sight. His boots also still had the heavy thick tread they came with. Most captains would either have thinner sole on their shoes or have them worn down that thin from day to day use. His hands & arms, where visible, lacked the common faint scars of life-time pilots, though several fresher ones were in show. The last was the set of eye pieces & nostril filters. They marked him as someone that had been born & raised on a pleasure world somewhere, perpetually unable to adjust to the amount of either pollution or regular pollen on normal worlds. In short, he looked more like some early to mid twenties young that had gotten it into his head to play a space freighter captain & learned everything he knew from holodramas. On the plus side, he was at least polite & had a rather relaxed draw in his accent.

-Z'har
Z'har Desmonde, Captain of the High Maintenance. To be honest, I wasn't expecting y'all to arrive for a bit yet. I'm still working on loading up a few other cargoes.

Indeed, the sounds of further loading could be heard from the direction the young man had come. He had managed, with some difficultly, to get one of the cargo loading hatches open. He wasn't too sure about how he was going to get it back closed, but he would work something out.

-Z'har
Was there anything in particular you were looking for?

-Z'har
Well, the loading droids seem to be doing a really great job. They haven't caused a single leak yet.

The young man scratches the back of his neck as he seem to consider something.

-Z'har
You wouldn't happen to be handy with mechanical things would you? I'm pretty sure the hatch they are using to load the rear cargo bay is jammed open now & I might need some help getting it unstuck.

For the most part the young man just stood back & watched. He didn't have enough tech on him to tell what if anything was happening, but he would be sure to check the ship's sensor logs later. That was one part of the ship that wasn't constantly breaking down. In fact, he knew at least a few full time warships that would kill for the custom upgrades he had built into the sensors.

-Z'har
Well, it & half the other stuff on the ship. She will hold.

He didn't bother to point out that the hatch would hold because he was planning on spot welding it in place. He kind of doubted it would set her mind at ease.

Adelle pressed her lips into a thin line. She had hoped to avoid this. Adelle strode back to the base of the ramp but stopped short at her adopted daughter's incredulous question.

"I am," she said, raising her eyebrows. "You're up early."