The tension was thick in the room. It was no wonder, Obi-Wan thought.

They had been together for over a year. They had been hunted by the Vanqors. There had been a saboteur in their midst. They were afraid they would never make it off-planet.

He understood their testiness, but he wasn't too excited about having to listen to it.

"I think I'll check on Anakin," he said.

The hangar was located in the back, past the utility rooms. There was only one transport and a few speeder bikes that had been dismantled for parts. All Obi-Wan could see were Anakin's legs, sticking out from underneath the transport. Obi-Wan leaned down.

"Any luck?"

Anakin's voice was muffled. "Maybe. But what I wouldn't give for a pit droid."

"Consider me a pit droid," Obi-Wan said. "What can I do?"

Anakin slid out. "You need some servodrivers for hands and a grease pump instead of a nose." He said the words grumpily.

"Well, let me do something," Obi-Wan said. "Have you pinpointed the problem?"

"Sure," Anakin said. "That's the easy part. It's the power generator.

The transfer wires from the sublight engine are fused together, which means that the fusion system is completely blown."

"Can you replace the transfer wires?"

"Sure. But then the backup from the power feeds would trigger a response."

"And that response would be.. "

"The ship would blow up."

"Not optimum," Obi-Wan said.

"I can see where Mezdec tried to improvise. But he keeps running into the same problem." Anakin tapped his finger on the shell of the ship.

"Here's what I can't figure," he said. "Why would Samdew disable the ship completely? If he killed all the crew here, how would he get off-planet?"