It was an early afternoon in the workshop Syido worked out of on Selen. Busy with repairs, upgrades and droid maintenance. The Kushiban, Syido, was busy repairing a client’s droid that had been caught in a tangle, so to speak. The initial inspection he made on the droid had him conclude he could get it in working order, he hadn’t explained how he could feel the droid or had a instinct for it. Syido hadn’t been here for long, only settling in after a month or two since coming in from another system he couldn’t remember at the time.
Sparks sizzled and popped from the solder, the tool worked like a surgeon’s knife. Syido connected wires and made new circuits in the metal casing of an astromech droid. It was a unit he was a bit familiar with as the Kushiban worked his magic on the project. An hour or two passed, circuitry was complete and secured within its metal housing. He did all he needed with hand tools, solder and wire and all that was left was his personal touch to put it back together and complete his repairs.
“Ya had a pretty rough going lil’ guy.” The Kushiban said, rubbing his hand over the dome of the astromech and rubbing his fingers together. Soot. Residue left behind from blaster fire. ‘Twas a good thing he had a no questions asked rule.
A deep breath, he set his hand atop of the incomplete droid with eyes closed. He felt around within it, searched deep within to see what else was to be done. Syi’s mind was elsewhere as he focused and willed his work to be done. Finer fittings within the droid were connected, fitted and moved into alignment as nuts, screws and bolts slowly fastened tight. Untouched by any tool and reconnected through his will over the droid.
‘Bwoo…?’ The light of the droid came alive a little and moved its dome head around with a slight grind before it popped back in place.
“Steady…steady… almost done.” Syido breathed in and focused more on the droid. A few more fastenings clicked in place, the droid spun its head around with a reaffirming chirp and beep.
Syi’ released his held breath, pulled his hand back and gave a smile. “There we are.” Syi’ hopped back and threw his hands up in the air. “See? Ya just had to trust me. Lets get ya back to your pal, eh?” The droid rocked back and forth with another string of beeps and chirps. He collected his tools back and cleaned off the droid and called the client to inform them the droid was repaired. Syido hopped atop the counter when they arrived later that day, exchanging the now repaired droid to the client and received his payment in credits.
Syi’ breathed a sigh of both relief and exhaustion. It always was taxing to will some of the finer repairs, no real explanation he could give other than he had a knack for what he could do. He sat at the front desk and picked through different files for a while, seeing what other jobs still needed doing for the day.
Aiden walked along the streets of Selen. Wearing his armor, he honored his parents proudly as the Beskar gleamed in the sunlight. Some saw the Mandalorian and stayed away, afraid of the stories that came with the armor.
As the man walked along, his BD unit riding on his back, he came across what looked like a newly opened shop. It was the one he heard of, the one who seemed to magically understand and fix droids and other technologies. The Human walked through the business doors to see the Kushiban proprietor. He was younger than Aiden imagined.
“Hello, I hear you are skilled in fixing droids. Am I in the right place?”
One of his long ears perked up, moving in response of the door as he picked at a work piece on the front desk, connecting little wires in a circuitboard with a gloved hand. A man clad in armor with a familiar unit of droid, a customer perhaps? Syi’ didn’t respond at first, picking at his work and concentrated on the figure. Particularly the droid. A twitch of his nose, the kushiban gave a slight tilt of his head and blinked.
“If it’s got servos, circuits and gears.” He said with his usual pitch. “Speaks binary or speaks to tech, I can and will fix it.” Syido had seen the type before but knew little about them. He set the circuitboard down and took the glove off and with the other hand he tapped a few buttons on a datapad laying off to the side. A display hummed to life with a list of schedules and order details.
“Curious.” Syido said still looking over the datapad for a moment and with another button press the schedule for the day erased. He looked back to the man in armor and cocked his head. “ Your BD unit seems fine. Most clientle I’m used to are workers or occasional pilot or navyman.”
Syido’s ears rose up with a slight smile. “But yes, you are in the right place. Name’s Syido.”
Aiden took off his helmet and placed it on the shops counter. He gave Syido a friendly smile and then placed credits on the hard surface.
“My BD Unit is fine, you’re right. I wanted to see how good you were at your talents. These credits are to help give you a boost. I do have a question for you though.” His face took on a serious expression. “Are you able to understand the technology? What I mean is does it seem to speak to your heart and mind? Do you feel a connection to it? Do strange things seem to happen around you? Thoughts or feelings of those near by? Objects moving of their own accord?”
Syido looked up and saw he had removed his helmet, he pondered for a moment when credits clinked on the counter. The Kushiban tapped a few entries into his datapad, his nose twitched. “That’s… enough for…” He trailed off and slid it away from himself. Questions. Did something seem important enough about his talent to this individual? “I’ve always could know a fair amount with what makes something tick. Droids, usually.”
He tapped a couple more entries on his datapad, accounting his balance. “I don’t know about any of all that other stuff.” Syi’ said, avoiding to answer the question and looked back at him with a smile. Now he was a little nervous but kept a straight face all the while. “Why do you ask? I’m but a humble mechanic, slicer too if need arises.”