"Okay, so according to the tracker on your ship, you're on a small desert planet on the outskirts of Solana called Tempa, which brings me to ask, how the heck did you get so far out?"
Sasha asked, giving Qwark a quizical look through the cracked screen of the comm-unit.
"Well we went through Galaxy Burger first, then I forgot what we were doing so I just flew around."
She rolled her eyes.
"Anyway, the planet's nearly uninhabited, but there's a small community of fifty-three north of your location not too far away. There's also a Robo-Shack there so you can get Clank checked out. And don't forget to get a portable comm-unit, you'll need it. Sasha out."
The screen crackled then went blank.
Qwark rummaged through the wreckage and emerged with a compass.
"North, ey?"
He said to himself.
He held the compass away from his body and span around in slow circles until he was facing the right direction. He pocketed the compass, picked up Clank and went along his way.

The desert sun exuded down on Qwark, the shining sand reflecting the violent light back in his eyes. He used his hand as a visor and looked into the distance; he saw a few small buildings not too far off. He groaned and continued through the blistering heat, the sweat in his spandex really doing a number on his thighs.
Eventually, Qwark made it to the small settlement, Clank still under his arm. He looked around and spotted a small weathered sign reading 'Shel's Robo-Shack'.
"Hot babe robot mechanic? Awesome!"
He said aloud, fist pumping with his free arm.
He slicked back his antennae, checked his biceps and swaggered into the small, hut-like building. Qwark leaned apon the counter and stretched.
"I have a tribal tattoo under here, y'know"
He announced, gesturing to his left arm.
A gawky looking Cazar walked out from the back of the shop. He wore thick-rimmed glasses, a band-aid in the middle holing them together and a green 'Q' pin on his chest.
He gasped at the sight of Qwark.
"Oh! Oh! Oh my!"
He screeched with a lisp.
"I-I can't believe it! I need my inhaler!"
He pulled a large yellow inhaler out from his pocket and puffed on it although his life depended on it.
"Uh… Where's Shel?"
Qwark asked, straightening up and setting Clank down on the counter.
"Shel? Th-that's me, Sheldon Airbuckle, president of the 'Qwark Cadets fan club'!"
Sheldon wheezed.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S CAPTAIN QWARK!"
Qwark stood in the hero stance.
"Yes, it is I! Bask in my awesome glory!"
Sheldon jumped up and down, clapping and wheezing.
"Okay, okay,"
He held out his hands.
"Breathe, Shel, breathe!"
He said to himself.
"Okay, Captain, whaddya need?"
"Well, my sidekick here-"
"OH MY GOOD GRACIOUS GOD FROM ABOVE! IT'S SECRET AGENT CLANK!"
Sheldon went into a spin again.
"The guys at the comic book store are NOT gunna believe this!"
Qwark cleared his throat, clearly annoyed that the attention was no longer on him.
"Oh, sorry, Qwark,"
Sheldon now seemed nonplussed by the captain's presence.
"Hey, hey, hey, buddy! That's still Captain to you!"
Qwark crossed his arms.
"Okay, Captain, mind if I…?"
Sheldon's hands were twitching, centimetres away from Clank.
"Yeah, yeah, go for it."
Qwark rolled his eyes.
Sheldon squeaked then began to examine the little robot.
"He's taken some heavy impact, his mother boards must of shut themselves down from the shock; don't worry, though, I'll have him back online in no time!"
He took Clank to the back of the shop and after around five minutes, he returned to the front and sat Clank on the counter, who was now coming to.
The little green optics opened and Clank sat up, rubbing his head. He moved to a standing position and turned around to face Sheldon.
"Thank you for bringing my systems back online, Sir. How many bolts do we owe you?"
"We?"
Barked Qwark in the background.
"Oh, working on you was payment enough, Agent! But a photo with you two would be pretty neat…"
"Then it is done."
Sheldon wheezed.
"R-really? Y-you mean it?"
He looked as though he were about to faint.
"Of course."
"Oh wow! Lemme get my camera!"
He bolted out the back and jumped over the counter in a matter of seconds, camera now in hand.
Sheldon squeezed himself up against Qwark and held Clank in the other arm.
"CHEESE!"
He shouted, grinning ecstatically.
Click!
He set Clank down and stared at the camera's display in awe.
"Epic."
He mouthed.
"Hey buddy, we need a portable comm-unit, too."
Qwark said.
"Here."
Sheldon tossed the machine over to Qwark, who caught it rather clumsily.
"It's on the house."
He added, eyes still glued to the screen.
"Pleasure doing business with you, sir."
Clank said and the pair left the store.
"Fanboys!"
Qwark exclaimed.
Clank giggled at the captain's exasperated tone in agreement.