Raachwaroo
Furred Fister, Brown Boxer
Ah Coruscant, the Sith overrun shining gem. It was a nice enough place as Sith weren't inherently evil by nature just hungry and Raachwaroo could relate. His stomach was thrashing about like a crocodile in a death roll, he'd walked by like four different food places with ridiculous prices and was here on a mission he had to complete. Rung was getting fixed. His little M4-1S followed behind him beeping happily and trying to stay close to avoid causing trouble.
The larger Wookie wondered what kind of maintenance would be done on this little droid he had. Perhaps clean out all the junk and adjust his settings a little bit. Either way Rung needed some touch ups and he parked himself and his droid outside of a small gunk house used for fixing smaller droids. Carpet and metal both walked in and looked around, it was generic but that wasn't a bad thing in this case as its what they were looking for. What would happen next was entirely up to chance and to the Ithorian junker sitting behind the desk.
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The larger Wookie wondered what kind of maintenance would be done on this little droid he had. Perhaps clean out all the junk and adjust his settings a little bit. Either way Rung needed some touch ups and he parked himself and his droid outside of a small gunk house used for fixing smaller droids. Carpet and metal both walked in and looked around, it was generic but that wasn't a bad thing in this case as its what they were looking for. What would happen next was entirely up to chance and to the Ithorian junker sitting behind the desk.
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