Tenac
Yalara, like many desert planets, tended to open its inhabitants eyes to the harsh reality of survival. While it wasn't impossible to make a decent living, it was still difficult nonetheless. Luckily for Yalara, there was the First Order. Being so close to the Empire's capital planet of Dosuun, the economy was ensured a steady flow of import and export. Tendra had been taught how great this was long ago, always feeling a twinge of pride whenever he saw the First Order's banner. Even greater was the pride he held for his family name and career, providing crops and water to those less fortunate, while his father fought as a loyal Stormtrooper in the war. Perhaps someday, he too would enlist in the First Order military.
That would most likely come at a later date however, for now the young man had a job to do. Heaving the last of the metallic barrels and crates upon the XP-38 landspeeder, Tendra ran back inside the structure he called home, following the stairway that descended further into the underground farm. Picking his brown jacket up from a nearby table, Tendra slipped his arms through the sleeves, fitting his upon his body before heading to the exit. No one else was home, and so he made sure to lock up before hopping into the ancient landspeeder. Its design was so old, Tendra was surprised it was able to carry the little cargo he was bringing with him into the city.
Some hours later..
With a stern and unyielding expression upon his face, Tendra stared up at the hovering Toydarian as he continued to drive down the established price of the goods he was offering. The city wasn't as expansive as Mos Eisley, but it still had a fair amount of traffic. The market was grounded with vendors and stalls, all full of people trying to exchange what they had for something or the other. Violent commotions were not uncommon, but the mere presence of the First Order authorities tended to sway even the most hardheaded individuals. Luckily for Tendra, all he had to worry about was the Toydarian who was trying to swindle him. "Alright, four hundred credits for the water, and a crate of black melon seeds. Doesn't get any better than that."
There was a brief pause, as the Toydarian shifted his gaze to the loaded hoversled the human had with him. "Impossible! I have an establishment to run, it's either one hundred and fifty or no deal." Even though he had started at seven hundred credits, the winged pest had managed to slice the price of his goods by more than half. With a shrug and an unsatisfied look, Tendra indicated that the deal was off, causing the Toydarian to roll his eyes and turn away, not before cursing out Tendra in Huttese for having wasted his time. Supporting himself against the hoversled, the youth sighed, watching the market-goers as they went about their daily routines. It was obvious to him that he was doing something wrong, though without his mother or father's guidance he was on his own.
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(Anyone is welcomed to join and start their own story, even though this is First Order territory.)
That would most likely come at a later date however, for now the young man had a job to do. Heaving the last of the metallic barrels and crates upon the XP-38 landspeeder, Tendra ran back inside the structure he called home, following the stairway that descended further into the underground farm. Picking his brown jacket up from a nearby table, Tendra slipped his arms through the sleeves, fitting his upon his body before heading to the exit. No one else was home, and so he made sure to lock up before hopping into the ancient landspeeder. Its design was so old, Tendra was surprised it was able to carry the little cargo he was bringing with him into the city.
Some hours later..
With a stern and unyielding expression upon his face, Tendra stared up at the hovering Toydarian as he continued to drive down the established price of the goods he was offering. The city wasn't as expansive as Mos Eisley, but it still had a fair amount of traffic. The market was grounded with vendors and stalls, all full of people trying to exchange what they had for something or the other. Violent commotions were not uncommon, but the mere presence of the First Order authorities tended to sway even the most hardheaded individuals. Luckily for Tendra, all he had to worry about was the Toydarian who was trying to swindle him. "Alright, four hundred credits for the water, and a crate of black melon seeds. Doesn't get any better than that."
There was a brief pause, as the Toydarian shifted his gaze to the loaded hoversled the human had with him. "Impossible! I have an establishment to run, it's either one hundred and fifty or no deal." Even though he had started at seven hundred credits, the winged pest had managed to slice the price of his goods by more than half. With a shrug and an unsatisfied look, Tendra indicated that the deal was off, causing the Toydarian to roll his eyes and turn away, not before cursing out Tendra in Huttese for having wasted his time. Supporting himself against the hoversled, the youth sighed, watching the market-goers as they went about their daily routines. It was obvious to him that he was doing something wrong, though without his mother or father's guidance he was on his own.
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(Anyone is welcomed to join and start their own story, even though this is First Order territory.)