Fel moved about the UA, performing his rendition of 'routine maintenance.' Which occasionally involved actual maintenance, and also, sometimes, just involved placing a hand here or there, or feeling the vibe of a space he had known so well, for so long. He could often walk around his craft and simply tell if something was off, before the computers or (less reassuringly) the claxons and red warning lights informed you. Sometimes all you had to do was listen. This drove Wrench, Fel's trusty / rusty old R2 unit, crazy, as there was no scientific or contextual reason why any of what the man said (and Fel had attempted to explain, many times) should work. But it did, and so Wrench followed Galdaart wherever he moved. 

The Pilot had Wrench's astromech socket (a custom unit built as much by the droid itself as any parts manufacturer) taken apart to suss out a bug in the system which the old R2 swore was causing an unacceptable latency in making calculations and communicating with different systems aboard-ship. Fel thought the little droid was imagining things. "Maybe it's finally time for a memory wipe, Tin-Man..." he teased, his eyes square from passing a tester from wire to wire, searching for inconsistencies. Wrench informed him that in no uncertain terms there would be an airlock in his immediate future if a memory wipe was even discussed again, let alone attempted. Fel laughed. They often bantered like this. For a score of years, Wrench was Fel's only travel companion. They had covered a lot of space and time together. 

"I know, old buddy. I wouldn't dream of it." Wrench tooted that it would be awfully hard to dream in the vacuum of space. Fel chuckled again, and stood, stretching out his back. He looked out at the swirling mass of hyperspace, checked the navacomp readout. A little over two hours to Lotho. "Better get this back together, Rust-bucket. We might just need you..." Wrench whistled knowingly that there wasn't a standard day the went by that he wasn't needed. And that he deserved a raise. Twisting an electro-spanner, Fel belly-laughed once more. "A 25% increase of nothin's still nothin... co-pilot. Keep your servos from twistin' Wrench... I'll always see to it you get everything you need..."