Too Stubborn To Die

Equipment: Jedi Robes | Lightsaber
Tag: Open to a Jedi/Member of the Jakku Enclave
His morning had started far earlier than it should have.
He'd first blinked sleep away from his eyes at something like three in the morning, local time. That was for no reason in particular—Gatz had always been a light sleeper, and all it took was an odd sound to wake him. Then he'd heard the enclave's veiled hangar begin to open—he was still sleeping in his ship, as he technically wasn't a member of the Jakku Enclave and didn't want to steal a room from someone who was—which, considering how early it was, was very odd.
That turned out just to be the delivery of two new moisture vaporators for the surface. Well, actually, it had been the delivery of one. As there had been a clerical error on the manifest. Gatz had almost directed the freighter pilot to Lossa... except he was already up, and she was asleep—and probably wasn't getting much of it with a newborn. So, instead, he'd handled it himself, and ensured that the second evaporator would arrive as a priority package.
He'd almost gone back to bed then, until he realized the moisture evaporator had to be set up, and this one wasn't one of those simple dig a hole, click a button type deals. It was more complicated than that, and required someone with technical expertise to actually put it together. Of all the members of the enclave, Gatz was pretty sure that meant it was left to either him or Briana to do. He'd almost left it to Briana... except he was already up, she was most likely still asleep, and didn't she have enough on her plate?
So, with a sigh, he'd lugged the damn thing up to the surface and spent the next two hours trying to figure out how it worked. He'd grown up on Naboo. Naboo didn't need moisture vaporators. He didn't even know how they worked. But, he got there in the end. With a little time, frustration, and cursing.
Then he'd come back down into the hangar, looking to catch just a few more hours of sleep... except by then it was nearly six in the morning. Not far off from his usual rousing time. So, instead, he'd busied himself with replacing the hydraulic ram on The Red Night's boarding ramp. He'd needed to get to it for some time now anyways.
Then the new arrival had shown up. And then, and then, and then—
Now it was evening, and Gatz was taking inventory of the med bay. Bags under his eyes, datapad in his hand, he moved like a zombie, taking note of what he needed to order for the Jakku Jedi Enclave.