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Rey wasn't sure she should feel so at home doing this. After all, hadn't she finally accepted that she was more than a scavenger from Jakku? Yet here she was, carefully picking her way through one of Darrow's junkyards. There was money in her pack to trade for anything she might find useful, which was strange in and of itself. Instead of hot, hungry, and thirsty, she'd woken up in her bunk on the Falcon in a warm blanket and eaten food she'd been able to purchase without work. As strange and unrecognizable as these credits were, she was glad to have them.
Most of the dormant machines here were terrestrially bound and centuries behind the technology she needed, but Rey wasn't deterred. She'd built her speeder out of spare parts and junk and she could do it again. If nothing else, she could pick up a few spare parts to tinker with. She'd need to familiarize herself with the parts and engines of Darrow.
By midday, she was getting frustrated, though it was nowhere near the frustration she'd felt on Jakku's worst days. Sitting at the edge, she checked the list on her datapad once again and added a few notes.
Most of the dormant machines here were terrestrially bound and centuries behind the technology she needed, but Rey wasn't deterred. She'd built her speeder out of spare parts and junk and she could do it again. If nothing else, she could pick up a few spare parts to tinker with. She'd need to familiarize herself with the parts and engines of Darrow.
By midday, she was getting frustrated, though it was nowhere near the frustration she'd felt on Jakku's worst days. Sitting at the edge, she checked the list on her datapad once again and added a few notes.
