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Tetroneaque was starting to fit in, yet he didn't feel like he was contributing anything to anyone really. It made him feel like a leech, or worse like a pet (which Thanatos seemed to delight in informing the Kit'aru of on a constant basis). Tetro wanted to find someway to pay back the generosity of the order but his skills were limited at the moment. Yet as fate would have it, his wanderings took him to the hangar where all the ships were docked.

He stopped to examine some of the ships, finding them a little outdated by his race's standards in some ways. Maybe this was a way he could help the Order? They didn't seem to have any dedicated mechanics or machinists, and the droids they used seemed only to keep the temple clean and tidy in general. Where should Tetro start though? Most of the ships seemed in rather good repair, but then he saw one ship that looked quite the mess! He didn't know that this particular starship belonged to Zeraxul.

It seemed the perfect place to start though, so Tetroneaque got himself a toolbox and climbed onto the ship as he immediately went to work. The little Kit'aru was surprisingly good at what he did, which was one of the reasons he'd held such a high rank among the scientists of the Kit'aru. He could create the most complicated weapons and defensive systems and create mechanical marvels with ease, repairing a highly damaged alien starship was right up his alley!

Tetroneaque spent hours working on the ship, making good progress. It was tiring work, but he was in the zone and refused to quit. He had something to prove to everyone. He wasn't a pet! He could actually contribute in some manner that would be a help to everyone. Even if no one appreciated his help at least it would make him feel better in the end. He was so consumed with his work that he didn't even notice someone else enter the hangar.

Tetroneaque had been so engrossed in his work that he didn't realize anyone was even in the hangar with him till he heard the noise of a lightsaber being ignited and felt the heat on his back, which meant it was only a hair from touching him. He went completely still as he heard the voice behind him.

"I would step away as you ask, but your lightsaber is blocking off the only route I might move." Tetroneaque said in a tone that was much more calm than he actually felt. As he heard the countdown start he quickly started to explain himself.

"I was just looking around the hangar when I noticed how badly damaged this particular ship was. I was simply making some repairs to it, as I felt a need to contribute in some way to the Order for so graciously taking me in when I had no one to turn to. I assure you that I meant no harm and only wished to help!" Tetroneaque said very quickly, speaking so fast that his words were a little hard to make out. This seemed like it would be just his luck, getting skewered by the very people he was wishing to repay for taking him in.

"I don't know what you mean. I don't want anything in return. I simply saw this was the ship in most need of repairs and decided to do something since my skills are more mechanically inclined... Maybe I was just seeking for everyone here to at least acknowledge that I'm useful in some manner and not just a charity case or... pet, to be taken care of." Tetroneaque admitting that he was doing this more to prove himself to every in the Order than to garner any personal favors. He just wanted to do something to contribute.

"I just need to do something to help out... that's all." He made no movements but it was easy to see how frustrated he was with his position in this new galaxy. Being able to work on these ships was something that was actually familiar and helped him feel like he belonged.

Tetroneaque breathed a quick sigh of relief now that the imminent threat of death by lightsaber was no longer looming above him. At the question on what needed repairs he glanced at the ship again before responding. "Well I'm not really familiar with this model of ship and there are some differences from what I'm used to dealing with... but I'd say the fuselage is in need of an overhaul, several internal circuits and systems are missing parts and what remains are quite damaged too. I haven't even seen an energy conversion unit for your shields either..." His estimate was about the same as Zeraxul's though he'd added the last bit since he was used to the shield systems of his own kind.

"The hull seems to have some superficial damage as well, but the cockpit controls seem to be fine as do the wing controls. In my opinion this ship needs a great deal of work before I'd clear it to fly again."

"My name is Tetroneaque Swiftpaw Tailchaser, though everyone has taken to calling me Tetro for short." The Kit'aru replied with a little nod. "I'm sorry for not properly introducing myself at first, I guess the threat of death looming over me made me forget my manners." He added with a little chuckle.

"I only mentioned an energy conversion unit as it seems that your ship relies on an energy based weapon system for it's primary mode of attack and self defense. I keep forgetting that things are different in this galaxy, with some technology being superior and some being inferior. If I had time though I could create a conversion unit that would render your ship practically immune to most energy weapons, allowing it to charge up your systems and even produce a more powerful shot for your weapons as well. Nothing like turning an opponent's strength against them right?" Tetroneaque said cheerfully, more than willing to chat about technology in general. He picked up some tools and went to work alongside Zeraxul, taking the change in mood as permission to help out.

"So what's your name?" He asked as he removed a damaged component and inspected it to see if it needed to be replaced entirely or if it could be repaired.

"That's correct. I'm from an entirely different galaxy and arrived here due to an... unforeseen complication with my latest experiment." He said, glossing over the details a little bit as he still wasn't quite sure just what had gone wrong with his device. "As for our technology we don't use many energy based weapons except for light combat, as almost all our vehicles are equipped with energy shields and an energy converter that can absorb energy based attacks and use that to strengthen the shields. We don't use many melee weapons either for our ground forces, except for the occasional fission cutter." Tetroneaque added as he put on the offered goggles and went back to work as well.

While he was talking he let the bracer on his left wrist expand outward over his own body as he put his hands together, covering his hands in protective gloves as his exo-suit activated. He stopped it after it covered both hands, not needing any other parts of his body protected at the moment.

"I have to say that those lightsabers are very interesting weapons, and after I learn enough about the Force I'm quite looking forward to finally being able to examine one up close." He commented as he repaired another piece of equipment. These kinds of repairs were easy for Tetro, and was actually helping him relax. It felt good to be able to do something that he understood completely.

Tetroneaque nodded as he welded together a rend in the metal on the area he was working on, listening intently to the talk of lightsabers and their variants. They sounded like any other weapons he'd worked with before, with everyone having a preferred type the liked or were better at or that worked better in certain situations. It was reassuring to here more familiar talk. His ears twitched several times when Zeraxul asked Tetro about what he'd learned so far about the Force.

"Well to be honest I've only started training recently. I can do some basic stuff like levitate small objects and sense others that are around. I was also able to send out a sort of 'Force Howl' when I got really agitated, and that surprised even me. I can also talk to others telepathically, though I've stopped doing so since I learned your language and the fact that not everyone was very...uh, accepting of hearing me inside their heads." That was putting things mildly as Thanatos had been downright hostile to Tetro ever since he'd spoke to him mind to mind.

As he spoke he had been examining wires, removing those too damaged to be of use and mending the lines with new wires he pulled out of a nearby container. It seemed that the duo were making rather good progress on the section they were repairing.

"Until recently I didn't even know that my telepathy was considered part of the Force, as everyone of my race can communicate in such a fashion... though we usually reserve it for more intimate situations like close friends or family members. I also didn't know that someone could use that link to insert new knowledge into another's mind or extract information... until Thanatos forced all the knowledge of this language into my mind in a rather painful manner." Tetroneaque stated, simply speaking his mind. His voice did take on a slight growl as he mentioned Thanatos though. The man was intelligent to be sure, but Tetroneaque simply did not like the fellow's methods.

As he spoke he continued with his work on the ship, finishing up the system he'd been working on and moving on to another area where he started to remove a piece of the hull's plating to get at the damaged insides. It was as if he knew exactly where to go to make repairs, and his small stature allowed him to crawl into the opening and start removing the totally destroyed pieces while fixing what he could at the moment.

"Wow! It's a real mess inside here! I can't say I ever want to run into whatever one of these rancor creatures are if one did all this to your ship." He tossed a burned out circuit board and some badly mangled wires as he spoke, starting a small pile of ruined parts that would have to be totally replaced when he got a chance.