Removing the damaged harness and circuits wasn't that difficult, although installing the new ones might require some help. After he had finished he put his tools away and gathered up the old parts, and placed them in an empty plasteel container in the cargo hold.
He stepped into the refresher and cleaned up a bit, then headed for the lounge and rummaged around for another ale. He noticed they were running low, only half of a case left out of the two they had started with. He wondered whether they should restock now, or wait until they finished the run at Commenor.
He pulled out his datapad and stretched out on the padded bench, sipping his beverage and studying some of the text he had downloaded from the archives at the Academy.
It wasn't long before Trychon walked in. He threw a couple of the empty ale containers into the recycler and plopped down into a cushioned chair near Raezyr.
Raezyr sat up and looked at him, noticing the puzzled look on Trychon's face. "What did you figure out?"
"I found the program that's running, but it's not doing anything, and I'm not sure who put it there or why." He tucked his data pad away, picked up Raezyr's ale and drained it in one gulp.
Raezyr grabbed the empty from Trychon and swirled it around. He shot an irritated look at the empty container and then went to the cabinet to get two more. He decided they better restock here on Carida. "Did you get rid of it?"
Trychon caught the ale that Raezyr tossed to him across the room. "No, but I isolated it, and added some security measures in case something like this happens again. I want to leave it running. Until it does something, we'll never know why it's there."
"Maybe it was something that Dek or Delki installed," Raezyr mused.
"It wasn't there when we left Hoth. I think the comp was remotely sliced during the fight with those other pirates. There's a space in the transmission logs during that time that is blank, as if it were erased." Trychon opened his ale and took a swig.
Raezyr switched gears, "I think we need to stock up on this stuff before we leave here." He held up his own container, indicating what he meant.
"I've been thinking along the same lines. Maybe I can go get some when Dianna gets back with the parts," Trychon said.
Raezyr stood up and swallowed what remained of his ale. "Sounds good. Let's spar."
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