A steady stream of curses and dinging metal sounds came from under the metal mesh floor of the engine compartment. A grimy and grease smudged pink Twi’lek had wedged herself down in between the cooling ducts to try and get at the poorly placed secondary power relay. She was small enough to fit in between the bulkheads under the floor, but had to wiggle to keep her hips and chest and lekku from becoming stuck as she negotiated around the oversized coolant pipes. This was the third time this week the power relays had failed, leaving her stranded in space with just her and her cargo and a rusting toolbox called P3-T4.
“Woo, beep, boop” softly wailed the ancient astromech droid standing on the floor of the engine room above the Twi’lek’s current position.
A loud clang of metal from below was quickly followed by a stream of curses in ryl, huttese, and common. The droid chirped again.
“Yes I’m fine you worthless son of a nerf!