"If I could explain everything, I would," Snith says. "But I haven't the slightest clue why I didn't see anything. Perhaps my mind is stronger than your own..."
He delicately removes the lid of the box with his index finger and thumb, then lifts up the box and sets the lid underneath it, in his hand. Within the box is what appears to be a perfectly spherical black stone set into an ornamental gold piece which is strung on a simple black leather string. Snith touches the surface of the black stone and a faint blue light drifts out of its depths, vanishing when he retracts his finger.
"This is it," Snith says. "This is the Control."
Snith glances at the black stone, then replaces the box lid.
"Let's go see what the system check says..." Snith replies, heading off to the cockpit.
The system check basically reveals what is not wrong with the ship, which is very little. Apparently the hyperdrive blew up in mid-flight, which ripped them out of hyperspace, damaged the engines, and forced them to crash land on the planet. The crash itself knocked lots of things loose and damaged some of the ship's structure, but it can be repaired.
Snith sets to work on the engines, as they are required for flight. He tells you that he is going to cut power from the weapons and life support systems because they are not needed for a brief flight through Tatooine's atmosphere.
"Once we land in Mos Eisley, we'll deal with Kyle," Snith says. "This hunk of junk, believe it or not, is one of the best smuggling vessels in the Galaxy, so we'll probably send men to do the repairs and get it back in the Corporation's service."
"Help is appreciated," Snith says. "Just be careful. I'm not sure why the hyperdrive blew."
You accompany him to the engine room, which reeks of burning oil and smoke. A shattered and melted hyperdrive lies exposed in its slot in the floor, still sparking and smoldering every so often. The power has been cut to it.
It doesn't take you long to figure out that the system scans weren't joking. A great deal of the engine has jostled itself loose. Most of your work consists of putting things back in place and tightening systems and whatnot, then running tests to make sure your handiwork is holding.
However, you can only help so much before Snith says you've done all you can. He is a technological genius and has started jury-rigging things that aren't working at all but are required.
"Go see if the comms system is working," Snith says. "Give a test, call someone."
"What I could get was highly classified. Snith, after graduating from Carida, had a terrible military record. Defying officers, not following orders, so on and so forth. But through some bizarre twist of fate, he was promoted. Pulled out of the army and put in some high place. I wish I could tell you how that happened, but... well, my friend mentioned a classification level, and the rest of Snith's personnel file ranks as being only accessible to the Emperor himself."