Garrick was set on cleaning up the work station and was reinserting the plating that encased the hyperdrive. As he bolted it in he did his best to empty his mind in the ways that den had taught him, but he was no Jedi. It was hard for him to let go of the training he had received during his years with the republic. Still he could feel his mind racing, playing over every outcome of the plans Kyp had constructed. He had to look for every indiscrepancy, it was what he was trained to do. Life was fast for a soldier, but death could come faster as a commando when you didn't cover your bases.<br/><br/>As Garrick inspected the rest of the engineering room for other things that needed patching up, a loud clang came from the far ventilation opening. Muttering a small curse to himself, Garrick walked over in a cautious stride. Small droppings littered the floor behind a spare metal plate and a few crumbs of food were strewn about. Garrick grunted in annoyance. "Corvyn!" Garrick's voice boomed throughout the engineering bay. "We got another rodent problem.<br/>"<br/><br/>Corvyn left the small bits of scrap he was fiddling with and approached the older man. "Again? I thought we killed the last one a couple weeks ago."<br/><br/>"I had hoped so." Garrick itched the back of his head. "This shaftconnects to the cargo hold. Go grab a stun rod and get the damn thing would ya."<br/><br/>Corvyn nodded in acknowledgement and went to the locker by Garrick's workbench. The old commando was always prepared, probably part of his training Corvyn thought. He looked up to Garrick. Corvyn never had a real father and that often made him sad. Garrick helped him feel better though, whenever Corvyn really needed to talk the older man was there.<br/><br/>Corvyn pulled a shock rod from the locker and started making his way to the cargo hold. He peeked in every room he passed just in case, but if the little pest was on the move it was probably for food. That would only mean the food stores in the cargo area.