A little junk... (open)

[Valae Heavenshield]

It was a rare day. Valae and her father had come to the Mos Eisley scrap market with wares to sell. Sure, their area of the market was fairly sparse in comparison to the other vendor’s, but it was better than nothing. She stood tall with her hands tucked in the pockets of her shorts, feeling hopeful that they would make a few sales today. Her large brown eyes shifted to the side, her father was unloading their trailer and setting out the parts they’d brought. It was a wonder that Atticus was sober enough to actually do some work, but that didn’t mean that he was completely dry. She guessed that he had a bottle or two tucked away in his jacket.

“You look like you got this handled.” Valae smiled at Atticus. “I’m going out for a bit.”

Atticus grunted his acknowledgement and took a seat on the sandy ground. Valae took off with a spring in her step, her gaze taking in the seedy scene that was Mos Eisley. It’s true that the area was well known for hosting criminals, but Valae didn’t feel worried. What would anyone want with a poor salvager’s daughter? Even the other salvagers at the market pitied Atticus and Valae, the two were well known in their industry, but not for the right reasons. The other junk vendors often laughed when they saw the unfortunate pair, joking that they must have emptied out their scrap yard to be present at the market. They weren’t far off from the truth.

Valae walked along, occasionally kicking at the sand as she went about her business. As she looked at the other vendor’s spreads, she couldn’t help but feel a bit envious. Those that went off world had the best hauls; it was a part of the salvage game that she was missing out on. But she knew that she couldn’t leave, she had to be here to look after Atticus. She shook the thought away, there wasn’t anything more important than family. As long as they were together, the credits didn’t matter.

The skinny brunette was completely lost in thought and BAM... ran straight into someone.

“Sorry!” She stammered quickly, looking up to the person that she’d just run into…

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

Small talk wasn't something this brown cloaked creature wished to be a part of. Most people were just interested in getting you to join gangs or buy gangs, or smoke with gangs... On the second-hand, if your life was close to useless that wouldn't be so bad. However, she wasn't here for talk at all.

Making small walk through the sandy wasteland, La'kuus occasionally re-hid her hands in the giant sleeves of her cloak. It felt so uncomfortable, but it did it's job in protecting her of the heat. As her mind wavered over who and what she could hire to fix her ship, a sudden being ran into her. She stumbled back, gasping loudly in surprise.

Unfortunate to her, she fell right on her butt, smacking her head up as well as some of her hair got trapped under. She quickly pulled it out and looked up to the forgiving lady that was [member="Valae Kitra"]. Hmm. "It's quite alright, but if you don't mind for the trouble, point me out in a local scrap or repair yard?"

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Valae perked a brow at the young woman that she'd just knocked to the ground. So she was looking for a scrap yard, that was something she could work with. With a smile she extended her hand, a friendly gesture, as well as an offer to help her up off the ground.

"You lookin' for parts?" She asked. "My father and I happen to own a scrap yard. What'cha need?"

There was a great chance that Valae and Atticus did not have the parts desired, but she most certainly had some time to kill and happened to know the players in the local scrap business. The suns were high in the sky and the intensity of the afternoon heat was starting to rise. She held a hand up to shade her eyes as she looked around for a moment, the marketplace was full of vendors today and it was bustling with patrons. It was likely that they'd be able to find some parts, maybe without even getting into any trouble. If they managed to avoid getting mugged (or worse), perhaps they would even have a bit of fun, even if there was an impending sandstorm in the distance.

@La'kuus Quelin

 

[Reno Jendir]

Reno strolled slowly down the line of vendors, staring at each for a while. All of them seemed to only sell large parts, things to do with ships and speeders mostly, but he was looking for only a small, specific thing. He carried on walking, wondering if he would find what he was looking for. The heat beat down on him, but luckily he was wearing his trusty hat, keeping him relatively cool. He peered at a nearby cantina, spotting a few imperial soldiers. It worried him, but he most likely wasn't high enough on their hitlist to care about them knowing who he was.

After a short while he came upon a scrapyard which seemed to have an odd pile of tiny pieces of scrap. He hadn't seen anything like this yet, so greeted the vendor, Atticus, and began slowly rummaging through the pile.