War Doc
Trask was a rather remote location, a moon covered almost entirely by water and dominated by fishing. One wouldn't expect much to come out of such a place. Yet utterings of something far grander were beginning to circulate. Some, though none could triangulate the source, claimed to have seen an old Infinity Gate, an invention of the Qua. It was the sort of rumor that was bound to draw treasure hunters, or worse. As such, the New Jedi Order resolved to send a task force to ensure that no dangerous artifacts that may be surrounding such a ruin fell into the wrong hands.
So here Jalen was, a frown on his face with his hands tucked into his pocket. The teen was reaching out in the force, feeling the vehicle that was floating before them, an old and very beat up EE-7 Repulsorlift Cargo Skimmer.
"Master, not to be that one guy," he began, "But this thing is a piece. Like, not in the good way. I think one of the stabilizing coils is shot. This thing is tilting about two degrees off center."
The boy sighed, running a finger through his hair. The journey was far to dangerous by air. The ice sheets at the northern poles of the planet offered no reliable method of landing. They had to go by sea, which meant that this hunk of junk was their only method of transportation. As a mechanic himself, it was not hard to notice how unimpressed by the Cargo Skimmer he was.
"Is modifying this thing against safety regulations?" Jalen asked, cracking a smile. "I could probably bypass the engine's limiter and link up the heat-waste sinks to increase productivity. Anything has to be better than taking a day and a half to reach the ice."