Talika had been planning to get to the search for her underwear as soon as all the routine checks and maintenance were completed. She would much rather have started looking for her panties first, but like many old tramp freighters, as sturdy as the<em>Tar'Ree</em>was, it was a patchwork mess of different parts and components all modified to work together. It worked well, but it did make for a constant need to perform preventative maintenance. One of the things on Talika's wish list might even be almost affordable after this job, though, a proper maintenance droid, maybe a MK-series, if she could find one used. R-series astromechs were good with circuits and wires, but large physical repairs and heavy lifting were beyond the scope of their design.<br/><br/>Talika was thinking about all this as she worked, checking diagnotic panels as well as visually inspecting systems as she moved through the ship, when R5 started beeping about sabotage. Talika remembered the shadowy figure and rushed to find the little astromech, not wanting to communicate over the intercom. When she found the droid, Talika knelt next to it and whispered, "I think you're right, I'll sweep the ship. Let's get you to the cockpit and clear it, then lock you in so you can seal each section behind me as I clear them, okay? Use a full seal, too, just as if the compartment had a hull breach."<br/><br/>It was a simple and sensible plan, Talika thought. From the main computer the droid would have full control of the overrides, which should all but ensure they would eventually be able to corner and confront any intruder. Armed with her blaster, and if need be, her lightsaber, Talika was confident in her ability to deal with whatever it was.