Ahsoka Tano

Ahsoka had come to a decision, or more accurately, had spend two weeks slowly acknowledging that she'd made that decision back on Ilum when she'd actually gone along with Hondo's plan. That first step taken, gathering parts had been comparatively easy, some had come from the ship, some salvaged from other wrecks in the yard, others from the random box of parts (including what looked disturbingly like some of Professor Huyang's spare components) that Hondo must have salvaged from the wreck of the Crucible, absolutely none of which had been chosen through a conscious design (beyond Ahsoka being aware from past experience of what parts you needed for the whole thing to work). All she knew for sure was that these were going to be different.

Kneeling on the deck of her ship, she spread the collection of parts out in front of her, adding the two clear, colourless kyber crystals to the pile last. Then, letting her doubts and uncertainties out with her breath, she closed her eyes and opened herself up to the Force.

As she meditated, falling deeper in tune with the Force with each heartbeat, the two crystals rose from the floor and began to softly glow. The rest of the parts soon rose to join them, cosmic dust and debris orbiting a new-born binary system, slowly at first, then faster, twitching fingertips sending wires, screws, lenses darting as Ahsoka started to see where each part belonged.

[Can be open, if you don't mind SP.]

Ahsoka wished she could have been surprised when the hyperdrive blew. She really did, but this battered hunk of junk claiming to be a ship made her wish fondly for the Twilight, so she was mostly grateful she'd been near a system when it'd unexpectedly dropped out.

Of course, because it was that kind of day, she was elbow deep in the ship's guts, when the proximity alarms started blaring, something she didn't have luxury of ignoring. If she was lucky, it'd be pirates.

It wasn't pirates. But it wasn't the Empire either. The space outside rippled and coalesced into a shining, shimmering mass, like some kind of beacon in the dark. Ahsoka threw herself into the pilot's chair, but some stray nudge of the Force had her piloting towards it instead of away.

After what seemed like an instant and an eternity, the ship emerged in atmosphere, but as the screaming of the repulsors going redline didn't leave her much time for sightseeing as she tried to find a place to land.

She'd just managed to touch down in what looked like some kind of salvage yard when a final series of loud bangs came from vicinity of the sublight systems.

Great, now she'd have to fix that too.

[For one.]