AN: Fun fact - It's not Monday anymore! WHOO!

"Alright! Try that!" Anakin shouted, sliding away from the temperamental circuitry as best he could, wiping a sleeve across his forehead.

"Nope. Nothing."

"Kest."

His sister appeared above him, hands on her hips, annoyance stained across her features. They has been at this mess for hours.

"It's hotter than Kessel down here," he panted.

"I don't doubt that. I'm starting to run out of ideas." She muttered, turning to give the constant banging on the Falcon's outer shell brief attention.

"We could run the scan again." She suggested absently, chewing on her lower lip, eyes slightly glazed over.

"No point." Anakin huffed, pulling himself out the mechanical hatch.

"I know." she watched her brother, his legs dangling over the edge of the decking, sweat dripping down his throat.

"It can't be electrical."

"Yeah. It could. It's always electrical." Jaina was about to respond, about to defend the mishmash of wiring which had caused them both nothing but problems since they had both been old enough to want to help, when the banging stopped.

"Any luck?" Han's voice shouted into the ship.

"No!" They both responded.

"Want me to take a look?"

Anakin rolled his eyes, exasperated - just like his mother always did - and jumped up to stand beside his dad, sweeping his arm in a grand gesture. "By all means. Be my guest."

"Have you been down there the whole time?" Han asked, taking in his youngest son's appearance and trying not to laugh. Anakin was a mess.

"Yeah. It's electronic. It has to be." Anakin answered turning to his sister, irritation peaking in his voice. Jaina rolled her eyes, he had been yelling that up at her for the last hour and a half. "It's not. That line feeds too much on this side, there's no way - for the thousandth time - that it an electrical issue."

"Run it!"

"Fine! Get back down there. You'll see!"

A smug grin tugged at the corner of Anakin's mouth, and he clamored back down inside the guts of the cantankerous freighter.

Han followed Jaina back to the cockpit and watched from the doorway, amused and rather proud, as she flicked switched and dialed various leavers back.

Muttering quietly to herself, she flicked a stand of hair out of her eyes. "It better not be electrical."