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The cry for help made it that much easier to find where the noise had come from, and Lekan was glad to be right; the source of the noise had indeed been a synthetic malfunctioning. It was also a blessing that both he and Quin could hover, since it saved having to push through the gathering crowd to reach the woman and the downed synthetic.

"What happened here? Is this a friend of yours?" Lekan asked the... no, not a human woman. Humans didn't have tentacles growing out of their heads. Anyway, it wasn't important for now.

Working quickly, the Ondari's main pair of arms started poking and probing the exterior of the synthetic, sensing for signs of any obvious mechanical failure. He could find none. Pretty sturdy design, resistant to physical wear and tear. Could it be something wrong with the internals?

"There's nothing I can do here, not without the proper equipment. Is there a repair bay anywhere on this ship?" The question was directed at the gawking crowd just as much as the woman beside the synthetic. One of these people had to know something, anything that would be of help to him.