Lift 1! And then she will cut through the fuel depot towards 5, hopefully not running into anyone in particular.

She passes a single maintenance worker, but they're busy working at a console, and don't do more than offer an absent-minded greeting as she passes. 

The hangar bay, meanwhile, is entirely empty. Up the ramp to the right, the freighter is visible through the window, cream and brown and wearing a few visible patches where something had wrenched it open before it drifted into the asteroid belt. The door leading down into the bay is across the room from the door she'd entered through. Meanwhile, the storage room where the utility droids were reportedly left is to the left of the door. 

She stares at the ship for a very very long moment. Eyes drifting over it slowly. Not the nicest looking ship she's come across. Obviously been through a lot. A lot a lot. And yet... she's charmed.

The Ebon Hawk. She wonders how it got that name.

She wonders if it'll be a good place to raise children.

It's a rugged little ship, but well-made! Maybe it could be a good home. 

She has a good feeling about it.

Finally, she drags her eyes away from the Ebon Hawk and makes her way over to the storage bay and the droids.

The droids are locked up past another door inside, in a little half-dug tunnel into the asteroid at the back of the storage room. Luckily, she has the credentials to open the locked door without any trouble. 

Inside, she finds the two droids. One is a T3-series, with their signature circular dome. 

The other is a familiar T7-series, olive-painted and customized by the hands of a skilled mechanic. 

Both appear to be offline. 

buh???

Actually nevermind, this one is not offline!

<Little Jedi!> T7-I17 - or Isk, to their friends - whistle-screeches at her, their lens lighting up with the distant speck of white that signifies their active state, <What is little Jedi doing here?!> 

Sharra drops her bags and her back hits door. Panic and terror and - she can't breath.

The droid rolls up to her and sticks a proboscis into her face, poking her, <Breathe!> they demand. 

She's breathing!!!! Too much!!!

"Isk???" she somehow manages to get out. Does that mean - is he - she begins to hyperventilate in earnest. Panic-panic-terror-Atton- she needs to get -

They poke her again, harder this time, <Your systems are overheating. Run cooling protocols.> 

- Sharra squeezes her eyes tight and -

goes through the motions of meditation. Calming, calming, there is only - no. Her heart picks up again and she tries to switch tracks

in - in - in - out. In and out. She repeats this. Over and over and over.

Isk retracts their arm, monitoring the little Jedi's progress as she calms. 

Behind them, the other droid whistles softly, rolling gently back and forth.

She opens her eyes and stares at her former master's droid companion.

"Are you okay? I have my tools here with me."

<Fully functional. Allowed station personnel to believe these droids were both damaged. Look at T3-M4.>

She nods and follows their orders. "Can you give me a damage report, T3?"

T3 does so! His back right tread is stuck, in a way Isk couldn't fix with their built-in tools. His internal systems and Isk have fixed most of the damage to his chassis, but he needs an entire new wheel. He can move without it, but only very slowly. 

Well she can patch the wheel temporarily and give him mostly full functionality, and then head to her workshop and pick up a replacement for the long term. He'll have to be careful though, until then. No high speed menuvours. Or any menuvours at all, really.

<Understood!> he beeps. He shuffles back and forth, carefully, and beeps happily. 

Isk is prodding at the bags she'd dropped, <Going?>

"There's been trouble. My partner and I were going to take the ship and get out of here. There's something wrong with the other droids and a group of the miners have been taking advantage of the chaos. We think they're planning something, maybe directed at me."