Ahsoka walked back into the shop and went directly to her workspace, where Wheeler was twirling a screwdriver with her hand. Pushing her thoughts about Rya out of her mind, she climbed up and approached the Pantorian. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting."

Wheeler waved her off. "Nah, I just got here a few minutes ago. Before we start working, though, there's one more person you haven't met yet." She walked over a few work spaces, and showed Ahsoka to another bench worker, another human male. "This is Nox, the only other person who wasn't here on Saturday."

Nox looked up from the blaster he was working on and gave Ahsoka a small wave. Ahsoka put on a smile. "Nice to meet you."

"You too," Nox replied, then scratched his neck. "Ah..you're the ex-Jedi, right? I saw something about you the other day."

Ahsoka nodded. "So I've been told. Don't worry, though. I'm not a Separatist or whatever else they're saying."

Nox smiled, but Wheeler pulled her back to where they were supposed to be. "Nox doesn't talk much," she explained. "He likes to come in and work when the others aren't here."

This didn't particularly bother Ahsoka, so she nodded again and moved on. "Rya mentioned a clock-in system. How does that work?"

"That's what I'm going to show you," Wheeler said, walking her over to a small computer mounted on the wall of her workbench. "Go ahead and sign in here."

Ahsoka typed in her last name where it asked for it, but she stopped when she came to the passcode. "Did someone else set this for me?"

Wheeler shook her head. "Whatever you type in now is your permanent passcode. It gets you in through the back doors, and it lets you clock in too. I use the same code that I chose for my locker."

That made sense, so Ahsoka put in Rex's birth number again and hit enter. The program logged her in and opened to a new screen, where it listed various repair orders, some of which Ahsoka recognized from the registrar Rya showed her.

Wheeler pointed to the empty list of finished items under her profile. "This resets every day, but once you hit submit right here, it logs your hours for today. If you don't scan in a new repair for fifteen minutes, it logs you out automatically and you have to sign back in."

"On the repairs, is the barcode to scan easy to find?" Ahsoka asked.

"It's on a tag, you can't miss it," Wheeler assured her. "You and I are going to work on a speeder together to get you started, and then you can go off and do your own thing if you want. Sound good?"

"Sounds great," Ahsoka answered, and they set off for the back garage, where Wheeler and Ahsoka worked together to move a worn speeder into the open floor area of the workshop. Ahsoka logged the repair in her system and grabbed the tools provided in her workbench. Wheeler got started on the controls, and Ahsoka tackled repairing the engine.

While they got to work repairing, Ahsoka asked what questions she had. "Rya said something about 'no upgrades'. Has that always been the case?"

Wheeler nodded. "Yeah, it just makes everyone's job easier. If they've signed up for our membership program, though, you can list it on their profile. I'll show you that after we're done."

"No one has said anything about that yet," Ahsoka told her, rolling her scooter back so she could see under the speeder. "When do I learn all of these things?"

"It'll come over time, Tano," Wheeler assured her. "Honestly, some of these things, I've forgotten about. They seem like second nature now, and I keep forgetting you've never done this before. I guess that's my fault. Transitioning underground isn't easy."

"Well, it sounded like you know all about that, from the other day," Ahsoka commented, using the Force to pull a different sized wrench from her toolbox.

"Yeah, I've been there," Wheeler laughed, even though Ahsoka couldn't see her from under the engine. "A bit of a culture shock, isn't it?"

Ahsoka groaned. "I feel like I don't know anything down here. Why didn't the Jedi ever teach us this stuff?"

She heard Wheeler laugh again, but she knew the answer to her own question. The Jedi Order never expected her to leave so they didn't prepare her for it. No need to be ready for something that will never happen, except that it had happened. Ahsoka wondered how Barriss was doing these days. Was she still on the run, in hiding from the Republic? Probably.

"Have you been jumped yet?" Wheeler asked, changing the subject. "I got attacked in my first week down here. The next day, I started learning how to defend myself. Something else that the surface doesn't teach you."

Ahsoka snorted and Force-pulled the pliers to her hand. "Maybe it didn't teach you. Yeah, I got attacked in a weapons shop yesterday. I went to pick up a holster, but I ended up getting a discount because this one guy tried to shoot me with a blaster from the rack."

"Was he human?"

"Yeah."

"That doesn't surprise me, then," Wheeler snarled. "Humans have a tendency to pick on aliens, especially men on women. It doesn't help that you're not very tall. I'm taller than you are, although I'm taller than almost everybody."

So it really had been because of her gender and race. "I should have done more than just stun the guy."

"You stunned him? Like with a blaster?"

Ahsoka rolled her scooter out from under the speeder and sat up from her back. "It was the fastest option, and I had my blaster on me that day."

Wheeler stared at her. "I get that, but I'm surprised you had the sense to buy a blaster so quickly."

"It was a gift."

She nodded. "That explains it. I didn't get a blaster until a couple of months after I moved down here, and I couldn't really shoot it for another three. Or, I couldn't aim it. I could pull the trigger. You probably don't have that problem, though."

Ahsoka shook her head. "Not really. I've been attacked before." She turned and pulled her tools out from the bottom of the engine. "You get used to people trying to kill you."

Wheeler shrugged, then reached for the electric screwdriver next to her. It was just out of her reach, though. She grunted and stretched, too lazy to actually get up and grab it, but Ahsoka used the Force to scoot it within her grasp. Wheeler gasped and pointed. "Did you see that?"

"See what?" Ahsoka asked, confused. She opened the panel on the side of the engine and started tightening some of the loose screws.

"The screwdriver, it just moved on its own!" Wheeler exclaimed. "I didn't even touch it!"

"Oh, that? That was me," Ahsoka admitted, only slightly amused. "It didn't look like you could reach it."

Wheeler stared at her. "So the Force-thing really does exist? You can move things with your mind? I thought it was some kind of joke or rumor that the surfacers made up."

Shaking her head, she levitated the screwdriver. "It's real. Sorry, though, I probably shouldn't be doing that. It's an old habit."

Wheeler waved her hand around the screwdriver to make sure there wasn't a string doing the work, then murmured, "That's insane." She grabbed it, and Ahsoka let it fall into her hand. "Have you always been able to do that?"

Ahsoka shrugged. "Mostly. I've used the Force my whole life, but I learned Telekinesis when I was three or four. I can't remember now."

The Pantorian looked interested, but Ahsoka shook her head. "I should really cut it out, though. It will only call unwanted attention to myself."

"I guess so," Wheeler admitted. "You almost done with the engine?"

"Hmm? Yeah, it's good to go. Did the report ask for battery replacement, or is that an upgrade?"

"Upgrade. Come on, I'll show you the membership files. You can leave a recommendation for the customer."

They stood up and started cleaning up the area, but Granger walked in just then and didn't seem impressed to see Ahsoka again. "Back so soon?"

Ahsoka wasn't going to respond, other than a slight nod, but Wheeler scowled. "Back off, Granger. It's her first day, be nice."

"I thought it was her second day," Luce called from his workbench. Ahsoka hadn't realized he was here.

Granger turned and made some gesture at him that Ahsoka couldn't see. It didn't seem to bother Luce, though, because the Rhodian just popped back into his workshop. Wheeler called Ahsoka over, and she jogged after her, unsure of what just happened.

Back in the garage, Wheeler spoke quietly. "Do you know what this means?" She asked, and extended only her middle finger. Ahsoka shook her head. "It's extremely rude. It's like a physical version of a cuss word. Just try not to let it bother you if Granger does it."

"Why doesn't he like me that much?" Ahsoka inquired, turning to make sure he wasn't listening through the door. "Was it something I said the other day?"

Wheeler laughed. "Granger doesn't like anybody. No one knows why. Just ignore him for now and he'll get used to you, just like everybody else here. Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong."

Ahsoka wasn't convinced, but she decided to take her word for it. She picked a HoloNet console off one of the racks and examined the tag. "I just scan this and go, right?"

"Yep, just make sure you close out the speeder profile first. If you need anything else, just holler at me, 'kay?"

"Got it. Thanks, Wheeler," she told her and backed out of the garage with the HoloNet console in her arms. She carried it up to her workbench and grabbed her toolbox. 30 seconds later, she had it scanned into her account, and it was laying dismantled on the floor of her workbench.

I've got this, she told herself. I can do this. Just do the repairs. I've got this.