Epicanthix

T A T O O I N E
Jundland Wastes - No Man's Land
Outpost Salara

'The Jundland Wastes are not to be traveled lightly.'~
It was market day.
The Jawa clans were forming up for the local bazaar, one of the few times a month a salvager could make a few credits or a good trade. Everyone within twenty clicks was here to barter their wares and skill. It was either their normal cycle or it was a pitstop. For this particular patron, it was the latter. The Twin suns would bake down upon the bedouins as much as the local moisture farmers. Weaving among the crowd, there was a particular figure who would be dressed in tattered desert gear. The outfit amounted to a dark beige cloak that brushed the floor, along with the hood flicked low over their head to shadow the majority of their visage.
What little that showed underneath was a tan-colored utility suit with many pockets, thick hide boots, dark gloves, polarized vision goggles, and a strip of cloth over the mouth, covering up a dark gunmetal gray breathing mask. This particular humanoid was not very tall, no more than average, and carried a QQ-83N Sidearm on a tan belt that slung low on their hips. A large sack was slung over the shoulder and, with the way it hung low, had a certain amount of weight to it.
Now I have to get the parts I need. Or, at the very least, find a way to fix that fuel gauge. Thoughts would float concerns, and eyes would search behind the goggles at the ongoing wares. Otherwise... it will make it hard to head deeper into the waste.
Choli's speeder had broken down. She'd stopped by Trextan's great-uncle's home some days past, negotiated some provisions, and spent time catching up. Chloe had dropped her off, saying she would return in a few weeks. It would be enough time for the former Rogue Squadron XO to head into the deep desert and set things right. Of all the things that plagued her regarding the conflict of aligning her past with her future, this had always been in her mind. Others would have made fun of her or told her she was making a mountain out of a womp-rat hill. But it was vital for her. She'd been raised with the Tusken Raiders, with the constant knowledge and expectation that she would have to go on her Demon's Blood Ritual to complete her Rite of Passage. One that would mark the line of demarcation from child to adult.
However, she wouldn't get anywhere if she couldn't fix her speeder. Or some mount to head from the outpost towards the grand canyons bordering the Great Dune Sea. It was there where the Sand Demons would hibernate, hunting Krayt Dragons when awake and moving through the desert as quickly as if it were an ocean. She'd have preferred it if she could do the hunt with a Bantha... but the odds of finding a hospitable Tusken Raider tribe were low. A pang went through her chest, as she had hoped Trextan would have been able to join her in such an important event, but she understood that the timing between his Warden duties and the assignments Chloe sent her made scheduling meeting up with him a challenging endeavor. With luck, she'll be able to complete this and her next assignment at Yanibar and finally take time to spend with him.
A small questioning beep boop would call from the right. It was R4-P6, a Pebbledrone, and the longest companion across the galaxy she's had outside of Chloe, Jannik, and Trextan.
[Yeah, well, sand does tend to do that, Arr-Four.] A grimace curled behind the mask, the metal rebreather giving her voice a robotic intonation. [Get everywhere.]
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