Beneath the derelict viewport of a shipwreck, Bast held a gear he had pried from a generator up to the pouring sunlight. Stray beams filled the crevices of the small cruiser, which he assumed had once been used to transport cargo. He gripped the rails of a ladder with all of his strength as he turned the gear around under the light beam, then slid the piece into his pocket as he made his way down.
A muted thudding, which sounded similar to approaching footsteps, sounded from a nearby corner and Sebastian arched his neck around as he held on to the ladder. He saw nothing and climbed back down to the metallic floor where his tools were splayed around an accelerator which he was in the process of modifying. Jumping off the ladder, he chuckled to himself upon finding the part he had been looking for.
Since leaving the Empire, Sebastian had began to gather the assets and parts he need to start his own workshop. Walking from the ladder to the pile of tools strewn across the ground, he looked turned to look at the shadows, which revealed nobody other than the soft, marching sound. He tilted his head to one side in curiosity, before dismissing the noise and sitting down beside the accelerator for a speeder car.
Bast pulled his goggles over his eyes and procured his welding tools and began to fasten a new knob to the device in order to position the gear. When he heard no response, he made nothing of the silence and immersed himself in his work, calculating the space required for the new gear to fit onto the latch.
Suddenly, the welder was knocked from his fingers, which were nearly singed in the process. As a foot kicked him firmly downward, he wrapped his arms around the accelerator and made sure that the trespasser had not damaged his work. The welder singed the metal floor as it was thrown to the side and Bast rolled over, gripping the piece of machinery before he faced the woman who had assaulted him.
"Please don't touch it!" He cried, shoving his goggles onto his forehead. Wearing a plain T-shirt beneath trousers attached to suspenders and tucked into boots, he appeared more concerned about the threat this woman posed to his machine, rather than his personal well-being.