I love Janto: its hard not to know. I think there's stuff that has dancing plants but I can't recall what. Google it. Yes, he would.
The technology hummed around her. It was like something off Star Trek- no more Stargate. Some of it fizzed and creaked, badly damaged possibly beyond repair. There was a lot of fixing to do, they might have to replace entire parts of the ship. And they had asked for Tosh's help. Lost and millions of miles away from home and Tosh wasn't sure if she could get them back. She hadn't been able to say no but she had never seen anything like this. Where would she even begin?
"Miss Sato?" one of the Technoplax asked. He- Tosh was fairly sure this one was male- had a voice that sounded robotic. Talk like machines and act like machines but surprisingly creative in the bedroom, she recalled Jack telling her. Of course he considered that revelant information.
Realizing she hadn't answered him, Tosh cleared her throat. "I'll need access to all the ship's databases if there are any left."
"Of course. Give me a few moments." As the technoplax scurried off she hoped she knew what she was doing.
I just created a random name for this alien race.