Thermally insulated gloves, a face shield, and her trusty fusioncutter; it wasn't much, but it was hopefully all Klara would need to start repairs on the crippled Circus. In what should have been a fairly routine landing cycle, her employer, an eccentric Rodian who went by Kodee, and his less-than-trusty Nautolan co-pilot managed to clip a tree, shearing off their comms array, blowing out their electrical systems, and sending Kodee's droid through the central viewport. Suffice to say, the 'easy job' the Onderon native had been offered was turning out to be anything but easy—if not an unmitigated disaster—and, to top it all off, they were now stranded in the middle of nowhere on the swamp planet Zakuul until repairs could be carried out. The humidity of the planet had long since invaded the freighter's innards, but stepping off the ship still felt like stepping into an even more intense sauna than Klara had ever experienced. The sooner she could get the environmental controls up the better, which meant getting the electrical systems up and running would be her first task. Technically speaking, the woman's area of expertise was in droids, but ships were basically just large droids, right? Right. Squeezing through what looked and smelled like a rarely used maintenance shaft, Klara's head appeared from the roof of the old Mynock Freighter. It didn't take an especially skilled mechanic to identify the source of the Circus' woes; even a blind man could see the scar of gnarled metal and exposed wiring where the comms array formerly stood. The woman's working theory on the electrical system fault was that the impact ripped a few vital free wires that were now shorting out the entire system. She'd seen the same thing happen in droids countless times before and, climbing up onto the roof of the freighter to get a better look, she found her theory confirmed by the mess of wiring that greeted her. "Hey kid," she called down the maintenance shaft and into the ship to the Mirlukian boy she'd been left with. "I'm gonna get started on repairs up here, why don't you and that droid go see if you can find what's left of our comms array?" She didn't wait for a reply and instead returned to the daunting knot of wiring. Like any good mechanic, she had isolated the array from the auxiliary power that still thrummed through the ship. After all, it simply wouldn't do to go getting herself electrocuted. So, with safety precautions in place, Klara set to work. Red wire to red wire. Green to green. Blue to blue. Twist that off, crimp there...and good. The next half an hour went by without incident as the Circus' newest mechanic mentally narrated each step she took. She found such a habit helped to ward off most of her more embarrassing mistakes. Confident in her re-wiring of the ship—or as confident as a droid mechanic could be—she pulled out the remote she'd rigged to the central power to and gave the red button a push. Nothing. She pushed it again and came up with nothing again, not even a spark. Furrowing her brow, she glanced down at her work once more and there, at the very bottom of the nest of wires she saw it, a disconnected coupler. How had she missed that? Oh well, it could be easily fixed and, with that in mind, she reached her gloved hand down through the wires. Perhaps she should have known better or perhaps she should have listened to the precognitive prickle that went down her neck as she grasped the coupler and shoved it into the receiver, but she didn't. It seemed the arrogance of expertise had gotten to her, as it does to all skilled individuals eventually. The shower of sparks that followed sent her flying back from the damaged array and off the ship itself with a soundless scream. Her muscles seized uncontrollably, her hand went numb, and the impact with Zakuul's surface sent a sickening crack up Klara's right arm. And then there was the pain, the unbearable, sickening pain that washed over her in waves until she couldn't take it anymore. Everything went black both onboard the Circus and for Klara as the last conscious thought that went through her mind was to curse that damned Rodian and his choice in landing zones.