The Adventures of Brax Sentak!

While traveling through a dense region of space, on a routine stop to the war torn, mostly desert planet, Garlon 9, grizzled Crew Chief Brax Sentak of the Hepton Dallagher, a large freighter modified into a mobile workshop, spotted a small, triangular star-ship close on his tail through his cracked and dirty goggles. The ship was dark beige in color, and peppered with battle scars. Almost as soon as the ship was spotted, the vessel blasted grappling tethers from two harpoon cannons that hooked onto the top of the freighter! Brax points to the rear of the ship and shouts "Its Pirates! Get to the Rear Cockpit!" Tenner, a five foot tall, beat up, old maintenance droid, gets up from his seat and scurries off through the cluttered hall, knocking things over on his way to the rear cockpit, where there is a double laser array Brax has freshly installed, to prepare for the impending attack from the pirates.
Brax scrambled as the pirate's star-ship reeled closer. Scanning over the glowing buttons and dials on the ships main control deck, he activates the command module for the freighters stern pulse canon. Brax throws his goggles off his head and across the room, plops in the beat up old cockpit chair, and slams the command module headset onto his head, gaining access to the pulse canon's display feed. He opens his eyes to see a flaming pile of scrap chaotically spinning and flying apart behind him. "Looks like Tenner figured out that fancy new laser array." Brax thought out loud. "But now we have to cut those tethers somehow..." Brax took off his headset and now that they had made it into Garlon 9's outer orbit, he made sure to put the freighter into automatic orbit. Then assessed the situation.
As Brax was rushing up from the cockpit chair, Tenner haphazardly runs into the room, "I think I got em' sir!" He proudly exclaims. "You sure did, buddy, but now we've got another issue. We've gotta get that flaming junk untethered from our ass-end!" Brax shook his head as Tenner nodded in agreement. "Come on, this way!" Brax says as he leads Tenner with a brisk pace to the over cluttered tool room, to find a plasma cutter. Brax rummages through a pile of engine parts and obsolete tech,"Its gotta be here somewhere!" He yells as he digs through the pile, and from behind an old broken down cleaning bot, he pulls out a dinged up plasma cutter with twin tanks. Brax fitted two leather straps onto the tanks for a backpack like set-up a couple years back. He puts the set-up on Tenner, "Take this," he says while sliding the tanks over Tenner's lanky arms onto his rusted shoulders, "Now climb out there and cut those tethers!" Tenner eagerly makes his way to the cold metal air lock chamber. With one final look Brax shouts,"Good luck out there!"
Tenner patiently taps his foot as the air lock seals, the chamber hisses as the oxygen swiftly escapes. He limps over to the white escape door to outer space, he attaches his tether to a metallic D ring and turns the red handle to open the heavy metal door. At the edge of the doorway on the outside of the ship he sees a ladder and climbs it to the top of the freighter where he spots the two tethers that are left still attached. He cautiously hobbles over to the first tether and sparks up the plasma cutter, "I hope this works.." He hastily says while holding the glowing blue flame to the tether, he watches as the metal braided cable glows red hot and finally, it snaps and shoots off instantly! "Gadzooks!" he yells as he jumps back from the cable. He then carefully moves across the freighters clunky metal surface to the second and final tether about fifteen feet away and blows the tether in two with the hot plasma, He watches as the flaming wreckage flies off behind the Hepton Dallagher. "Atta' boy!" says Brax who has been watching through the command module headset. He smiles in relief and takes a deep breath. After Tenner hobbles back inside and they both cool down for a while, Brax brushes his hair back, and turns off auto orbit to prepare to dock to a nearby popular galactic rest stop to fuel up the Dallagher. The densely packed parking lot has a large red and yellow neon sign protruding outward that says "Delgo's Grub n' Gulp." While coming in for a landing near the rest of the freighters, Tenner gets some star-ship parts and small repair bots ready to offload for a quick freighter swap-meet at the station. Brax, over the stellar intercommunication device calls to all nearby freighters, "This is Brax Sentak speaking from the Hepton Dallagher! Coming in for a brief stop at Delgo's. If your looking for anything from combustion engine upgrade kits, to personal repair droids, stop by and look at our inventory. Zoom on in and get some while you still can!"
At the rest stop, beneath the front of the Hepton Dallagher, Brax and Tenner have set up a small, but packed, couple of tables covered with all sorts of tools and parts. Beside the tables there are a few droids for sale that Brax had previously fixed up, from repair bots, to assault droids he had it all, and passer by's where taking notice. Soon, a small crowd gathered in front of the ship, Cargo Handlers and average Joe's alike, were all interested in something he had to offer. "Hey buddy, you got this for a minute?" Brax asks Tenner. "I sure do sir!" Tenner replies while helping a customer. "Ill be right back, just gotta head inside for a spell." Brax said while walking towards the front doors of the station. As Brax walks through the glass double doors, he notices a commotion at the front counter between Delgo and what seems to be an angry customer. Brax goes about his shopping and picks up some groceries to stock up the ship, and some extra engine oil. When he gets to the counter the argument escalates into a full blown robbery. The robber points his primitive combustion revolver at Delgo, "Give me all you've got you purple frea-!" Before the man even had time to finish, Delgo had reached his tentacle underneath the counter and snatched his particle ray gun, drew the weapon, and fired a radiant yellow beam into the mans chest, disintegrating him into a pile of steaming ash. Delgo brushes his bushy white mustache out of the way and fixes his glasses,"Now what can I do for ya' son?" Brax who was staring at the pile of ash in shock, snaps to attention, "Uh... just this stuff sir." He said with an awkward grin.