"Fleetmaster, the engineers are working on repairing our ship now. I shall watch the terminal for reports on their status now"
"I assume they will require parts?" Luka inquired as he turned his head towards the Major
"Of course, brother." The Major replied, not taking the time to look as he read from the terminal. Luka gave a long, drawn out sigh
"Scan the planet below, there may be an undefended location with scrap" Luka ordered, turning his head towards another Major, who tapped a few commands into the terminal and watched it intently, before reporting
"There is a large object, reminiscent of the human war machine known as a mammoth. It appears to be undefended and lack and proper offensive weaponry... There are several of them, brother. I am sending the location of the one that is furthest away from a major town now." Luka watched as the information appeared, and he chuckled
"Prepare a Special Operations strike team. I want that scrap"

The phantom flew down towards the desert planet, the darkness of night concealing its descent. The night wouldn't last long on this world, they assumed, due to its multiple suns and the angles and other technical issues. It hovered above the strange sand crawler and dropped down a Lance, three Spec Ops Sangheili and four Spec ops grunts. They crossed its top, moving to the waypoint set. The Spec Ops Major peered inside the tube. It appeared to lead straight into the Sand Crawler, presumably used to take object on board. One by one the members of the Lance climbed into the tube on the side of the ship and slid down.
It dropped them amongst a pile of broken robots in what could be assumed as a cargo hold. The Lance engaged their active camouflage and began to move through the broken scraps, out of sight.
"I have movement beyond 25" One of the Elites whispered, and the others formed up near him, the lance taking position on either side of the corridor. A strange little create in a robe, with black skin and glowing yellow eyes, began to pass them by. The Special Operations major dashed forwards, the Jawa turning his head towards the noise and hearing the footsteps approaching, but seeing nothing. Then he felt a spike of pain in his head, and fell to the floor dead as the Majors knee cracked the little creatures skull. They moved through the ship, slaughtering the Jawa's as they went. Finally, one of the Spec Ops minors lowered the exit ramped, and reported in to the Shade of Torment.
"Brother, the Aliens are dead and we have secured their resources, send down the Phantoms for resource extraction." The Minor reported, before hearing a strange shot and his shields flared up, he dived into cover and peered out "Under fire!"
"Hold your ground brother, reinforcements are coming" The Majors voice came over comms. The Minor leant out and scanned the desert, engaging his active camp and watching as four odd people dressed in cloth and rags charged across the desert, two firing weapons wildly at the Sand Crawler. The Elite moved back towards cover, letting off a burst of plasma, before rolling into cover. The shots caught one of the two Sand People carrying a blaster in the chest, and burnt through his clothes before melting his skin as he fell to the desert floor with a cry. They continued to charge and then several purple, crystalline spikes flew towards them, finding their mark on the other blaster-armed sand person. A few moments later there was a purple explosion and what was left of the Sand Persons body flew off to the side. The final two had an odd close combat weapon, a sort of short staff. They charged up the ramp as the major engaged his energy sword and charged forwards, a plasma rifle in one hand and an energy sword in the other. He fired four shots from his plasma rifle, of which two found there mark and the third Sand Person fell to the floor as his skin melted away. The findal sand person charged forwards and swung his weapon towards the Majors head. The Major brought up his energy sword to block the attack, and the super heated plasma of the blade cut through the aliens weapon. The sand person was not discouraged, however, and continued to fight using his split weapon in both hands. He plunged forwards, attempting to stab the blade deep into the Elite, but it hit the majors shield and merely made him stumble. The Sand Person pushed on, but the Major recovered and swung his plasma rifle, a nasty crack resounding as it collided with the Sand Persons chest and knocked him to the floor. The Elite advanced, bringing his energy sword up into the air before plunging it down into the Sand Persons back. 
As the tusken raider breathed his last, the phantoms arrived outside to collective the scrap, and brutes came out to load it aboard.