[ WP ] We used to say `` the things you own , can end up owning you '' . Those words have never been more true than now .

A chorus of curse words and inarticulate angrish rained down upon Wist Nay'tu's long pointed ears to accompany the shower of reddish sparks from the top of the *Red Wake*. 
 
 She was dressed for the absolutely sweltering tropical climate, with a sleeveless vest of the lightest possible silk and multi-pocketed shorts that fell just below the knee. A slim light blaster pistol was holster at her waist alongside a comlink. A Bothan, she was petite as their species was wont to be, barely coming to chest high next to most humans. She peered up at the starboard wing of the assault ship, where a man sat crouched over an exposed plate hammering away with his hydrospanner in frustration. 
 
 `` Worthless piece of Sullustan scrap! Ca n't believe I bought it from that worthless son of a scutt-'' 
 
 `` How's it going?'' Wist asked grinning. She knew what the reply would be. 
 
 `` What do you kriffing think!? The Fourth-Gear Carbonater is garbage. It's junk, larkin junk. Five hundred credits wasted! If I find that Sullustan cheat I'm gon na nail him to the wall by his fat kriffing ears. And then I'm gon na beat him half to death with his own shoddy part until he gives me my money back. And *then* I'm gon na beat him another half to death, a whole death and maybe then I'll feel okay!'' 
 
 Tomess Ghast paused mid-tirade to look at the good two dozen beings staring up at him before spitting out, `` What'd'ya looking at? Do n't you all have things to do?'' 
 
 At his icy stare the watchers dispersed, a few smirks on their faces, two of them on one hammer-headed Ithorian. 
 
 `` Need a hand?'' Wist asked, halfway up on the work stairs. 
 
 Ghast looked sourly at the repair job before shaking his head. 
 
 `` Nah, Wist. I got this. Plus I got Obie-one-six with me, and he's more than a handful. 
 
 The spidery six-limb droid waved its two right arms at Wist at the sound of his name, a half dozen digits on each manipulator. His usual battered cloak was folded next to him and the green optics mounted his vaguely helmet shaped head glowed bright. 
 
 *'' Hello, Miss Nay'tu. `` * It said in a clear, tenor voice. 
 
 `` Hi, Obie.'' She replied. 
 
 The Xexto-made droid was modeled after its makers what with its multiple limbs and long neck and had seen a great deal of additional modifications over the years. Wist knew that it carried a least two holdout blaster built into its lower arms and a machine shops worth of tools scattered throughout its person. Ghast had gotten him to man the quad linked laser cannon at the stern of the *Red Wake, * as well as aid him in repairs, going so far as to install top-shelf accuracy programs into his memory banks. 
 
 *'' I must apologize for Ghast; I told him not to trust that seller. But did he listen? No...'' * 
 
 Tomess Ghast frowned as he dug deeper into the mess of wires and parts. 
 
 `` Yeah, yeah. *I told you so. * Now I'm paying the piper. If you do want to help, Wist, can you get me some caf? There should be some still in the pot onboard.'' 
 
 The Bothan smiled and turned to walk down the stairs. 
 
 `` Sure thing, Tom.'' 
 
 `` Awesome, thanks. Now let's see. If I reconnect the power coupling...'' ***Bzzzzrttt!! *** `` Ah! Not that!''
