Getting a line on a ship was one thing but actually making sure that the thing could fly was something else entirely. The ship had all the basics already but the trouble was it didn't have the parts that acted as connectors between the basics. So they had an engine and a control for it in the cockpit, sure, but they didn't have strong enough power cabling to actually use the controls for the engine. To say nothing of the need for new coolant systems and the wiring he was going to need to do to make sure that the navicomputer didn't try and kill them all.
There were scrap dealers aplenty around Corellia but the trouble was that they didn't really have much in the way of credits at the moment. In terms of money... they didn't really have any money.
But they had the location of several scrap dens and he, and some of his friends, had some flexible morals. Well, flexible enough that stealing parts from a scrap yard that was known to deal in stolen goods didn't make him feel bad about his life. He wanted to get a couple of droids for the ship as well to cut down on how much work he would have to do himself but that was just a wish-list dream for now.
Picking his way down the alleyway, Crix paused when he saw the mound of scrap just kind of... thrown around. He looked around, spotting a few things that might have been useful before they were just tossed around. He sighed a little bit.
"Do these people not know how much more fecking easy it'd be just to nick their shite from the street? Did they have te smash it?" he rolled his eyes at Willa, "Vandals they are, proper vandals."
They weren't too far from the scrap den he'd been told about before so he was being more cautious, his stun pistol out in his hand already.
"What you reckon Willa - we gonna need to stun someone 'fore the end of the day? Five credits says no."
@Killa Ree