An hour or so on the hangar floor confirmed it, without a doubt: Barton was not destined to fix anything mechanical. He had agreed to take an engineer aboard the Knightfall for a very good reason, one which he was reminded of as he felt a sudden shock of electricity from an ill-placed spanner. Sitting back from the open casing of an astromech droid the Wheel's technicians had donated to his crew, Barton frowned. The technical specification for the droid lay open beside him, the pages smudged with the fingerprints of those who had leafed through it before him. The same diagram had been lying open for at least an hour, with Henning failing to absorb more than the first line, no matter how many times his eyes scanned over the text....