The airspeed hummed above the congested traffic lanes of the Wheel as the group of outlaws headed back towards the Dawn Drifter. In spite of their dire circumstances, they had run into a bit of luck at Soonu’s pawn shop. Such good luck, in fact, that their technician wouldn’t shut up about his latest find. 
	
	“You don’t understand what a travesty it is that someone had to pawn it, or was too foolish to realize what it was they were getting rid of! “ Xanu said, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
	“Who got rid of what?” Grungadon clicked through his translator.
	“Please don’t encourage him,” Torl said from the back seat. “It’s been all doom and gloom since we got marked, but for some reason, finding an old piece of scrap makes him think we’re in the clear.” The Ithorian looked back cautiously to see if they had picked up another tail. 
	“This isn’t some old blaster pistol that a starry-eyed colonist lost the moment he stepped off his freighter,” Xanu interjected. “This is a BlasTech DL-19C pistol! It has nearly limitless customization potential! I can overcharge the actuator, optimize the energy flow, or even attach a grappling launcher if I were so inclined.”
	“All of that sounds great. Why didn’t you get one for me?” BB3 whirred from the driver seat. The astromech droid seemed to be happiest when it was either piloting or shooting at something. 
	“This isn’t a very common model. They don’t pack the raw power of the DL-44, so they aren’t as widely circulated. But it’s a gem. I’m sure the person who sold it didn’t know what value it had. Look, that scavenger stripped off any modifications that were attached to it. I can tell by the scratches and grease marks.” Xanu said as he held the pistol in front of him.
	BB3 beeped back sarcastically. Ommin eyed Xanu and spoke in his usual measured tone. “For someone who cares so deeply about machines, it surprises me that you’re this excited over one that can do nothing but take life. You didn’t seem half this enthused when we found out we were able to keep the Dawn Drifter. Didn’t you say that having your own ship was your dream?”
	Xanu slouched slightly. “Look, I know what Prince Xi- err, our benefactor said. I still worry that his goons have placed something on the Drifter that will make it very difficult to keep her hidden and truly out of anyone’s grasp. So I guess I can’t really say that it’s our own ship yet. I’ll feel a lot better when I’ve had the chance to comb through the ship’s computer and examine the hull.”
	“Agreed. There are too many people on this station to keep an eye on. Anyone one of them could toss a homing beacon onto the ship,” Torl said.
	“Never mind that. What were you saying about adding modifications?” Grungadon clicked. “Never hurts to pack extra banthas!”  The group stared at Grungadon for a moment. “What, is that not how the idiom goes? I can’t trust this universal translator worth a damn,” he replied.
	
	“Uh, anyway… Yeah, attaching the modification is the easy part. Any of you can do that. The hard part is adjusting and calibrating the settings to really get some extra juice out of it.” Xanu cracked a smile. “That’s where I come in. You get me some extra materials, and I turn a basic rifle into an unstoppable killing machine.” He looked at Ommin. “Or, you know, an unstopped stunning machine. If you’re into that sort of thing.”
	Ommin continued his glare as the buildings zipped past in a blur. “Xanu, for as skilled of a mechanic that you are, why do you use your talents on this pursuit? Surely your time could be better spent fortifying our ship or upgrading the swoop bikes.”
	“Hey, I’m up for modding any type of hardware. Thing is, upgrades to ships cost a lot money. The kind that we don’t have right now. ” Xanu peered out over the landscape. “Maybe if there were some jobs that we could take, or if I had the materials for building more weapons and had a buyer who I could trust…”
	“Soon as we find that treasure ship, we’ll have all the credits that we need,” BB3 whistled. “Then I’ll be able to buy my own fleet of ships. Airspeeders, all the different swoop bike models, and maybe an X-Wing or five. I hear those are the pinnacle of flying. You could probably buy your own shop with that much money, Xanu. Hey, do you think they’d let me keep the actual ship once they haul off the useful tech?” 
	“It’s just a legend. I don’t know what they think we’re tracking down for them. No way would the Black Sun trust us with a haul that big,” Torl said, ignoring the droid’s continue whirring. 
	The entrance to the hanger bay loomed in the distance. “Well, I guess we’re going to find out soon. If Reuum’s droid has been delivered, we should be able to take off shortly. Not that I wouldn’t mind playing a few more hands of Pazaak,” Grundagon said wistfully.  
	
	The airspeeder pulled into hanger where the Dawn Drifter was docked. Panthato, the Black Sun mechanic assigned by Spoke, waved to the group as they got out of the vehicle.
	“Hey guys, I think we’re all set here. You’ve got your new transponder, ship logs, and I’ve modified the energy signature, so your ship shouldn’t be tracked by anyone looking for you. Oh, and those people just picked up your droid for you.”
	“Thank you, Panthato- wait, don’t you mean that those people just dropped off our droid for us?” Ommin said, a hint of alarm in his voice.
	 “No, those people, right down there. They said they were here to pick up the droid, so they picked him up. They’re right by the blast doors,” the Aqualish pointed. The group turned and looked on in horror. 
	At the other entrance to the docking hanger, a familiar looking blonde human could be seen with two men hauling a silver protocol droid into a hyperlift sled. She turned back and, noticing that the group had spotted her, let out a mischievous smile as she pulled out a blaster and fired at the control panel. The blast doors closed instantly, leaving the group without their droid and their means finding the Sa Nalaor.