Who: Old Jake, open Where: One of the docking bays What: Tinkering When: 3rd April, afternoonish
Jake had taken over one of the docking bays to use as His Space. He had a load of tools and a workspace set out on one side, and he'd moved all the stuff in the docking bay over to the other side. The center of the area was clear, so he could sit there or lie on the floor and look out at the stars beyond. It made for an excellent meditation space.
Sometimes, he sorted through the left-behind stuff, working out what things he could reuse and work with, and what he didn't need. To be honest, he kept almost everything, having trained himself long ago to be able to use and work with anything he could get his hands on. So his big pile was gradually becoming lots of smaller piles. He'd done about an hour's work of reclaiming, and another hour's worth of meditating, lying on his back and watching the stars for a few moments before dropping down into the Force and reaffirming his connections to it and his loved ones. Eventually, he came back to himself, and decided he should probably try and fix the left ankle-joint on his braces. It had been sticking for a while now, and gradually getting more and more annoying, so yeah, time to get to work.
He sat in the chair he'd made with this sort of work specifically in mind, not quite a wheelchair, but still pretty maneuverable and with excellent back support, then started unbuckling his braces. He unclipped his lightsabers from their storage points, unplugged the motor and power supply, and then lifted the braces up onto his workbench. The tools he needed drifted over from where they were stored with a gesture of his hand, and he got to work.