[u]Couple of weeks later[/u]
It took Laika hundreds of galactic units to get the parts, several she scratched out of the yard, others she acquired by pick pocketing drunk guys at the bar, the last expensive few meant she had to break into a mechanics shop. She did her best to pay for what she took, by leaving a few almost new parts from ships at the yard. Nova now sounded good as new at the automatic computer system she installed catered for her every shipping need. But by now Laika was used to driving manually and she had to break the habit of steering when she took Nova out for a spin. Laika was fully kitted out and ready to go when it hit her, she hadn't the foggiest idea of where to go. so she used her new computer system to scan inter-system articles about Gortex, and eventually local articles from small planets with strange names. She cursed herself for not doing her reaserach first and getting herself so excited. For the moment she continued day to day sleep-work-eat-sleep cycle. She spent more and more time simply listening while at the bar, if someone she knew came over she would insist on talking quietly, with the excuse that her throat was sore. 

By now she had read many articles on activists and their movements against Gortex, but all those people seemed so strange. Laika doubted she would be able to find an opening into the underworld that would let her pack a blow against Gortex. In fact, she didn't even know what she was doing. Yet she continued day to day life, slowly. Achingly slowly.