The droid leads them to a wall panel where two more droids, a human mechanic, and Rodian lieutenant are crowded around. The droids are welding frayed patches of the panel, the mechanic sorting through her own toolkit, and the lieutenant reading his own datapad.

He looks up as they approach, straightening at once, large eyes fixing on Hera. "General."

"Lieutenant Gola," Hera turns her eyes to a cascade of sparks that fly from one of the droid's arms. "How does it look?"