It takes a Galaxy to raise a child, The tales of Ryker.

[Doctor Azure]

Lor grinned at Ryker's answer, but was cut off by Rawnie's urgent whisper. The Zeltron space-witch had been quite overt about following them in, but there was somebody else. Under the table, the Chiss' hand curled around one of his slugthrowers... And then he changed his mind and grabbed the throwing razor next to it. His voice was almost inaudible.​

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"'Nother witch, if I had to guess. A couple of booths away. Not much practice, most likely."​

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[member="Rawnie Tal'verda"] [member="Ryker Tal'verda"] [member="Ella Nova"] [member="Maya Whitelight"]​

 

[Ryker Wylde]

[member="Rawnie Tal'verda"][member="Ella Nova"][member="Doctor Azure"]

As the two grown ups whispered Ryker and Toki sat gnawing on a piece of the roasted bantha, Rykers thoughts resting on what would happen next, would the other villagers like him? Would they pick on him like here? And for less than a split second the smile left his face, But he would have Rawnie and Lor, who he felt safe with and knew would watch out for him.His smile quickly returned and he quickly took another bite of the meat

 

[Nasro]

Smiling beneath his mask Nasro jovially welcomed the Droid Merchant to his table, ordering the diminutive alien a drink and, as an after thought, ordering a CometDuster for the lady who was trying to remain inconspicuous in her observing of the group of force users. [member="Ella Nova"]


Browsing the merchant's wares and making polite talk Nasro peruses the list of droid blueprints. Blueprints are cheap item on Tatooine due to the fact that most droids on the planet were not built in established factories but more from scraps of other droids. Scrolling through the list he selected a few blueprints and software for different droid models, a general labor droid, a scout droid, and to his joy a generic B1 series battle droid. It was a little surprising that the merchant had this for sale but when Nasro asked the merchant about it he commented that he had gotten them in trade some other parts.

Nodding and ignoring the clearly deflective reply Nasro scrolled to the part of the list that included physical goods. He would have to inspect them before they exchanged credits but there was no sense in waiting to select what he wanted. He made his choices from the second list: a 6 pack rack of "gently used" DUM-series pit droids (with complementary ion blaster), 3 older model KM1 mining droids, and an interesting find: the head from a Imperial T-series Tactical Droid. Nasro knew for the prices he was getting the droids for that they would need some repairs but that wasn't a problem with the supplies he had on hand.

When Nasro pushed the merchant for details about the T-Series droid the merchant claimed to have been using it as an impromptu trophy for his poker tournaments and that he would be sad to see it go but that credits were credits.

Accepting this new obvious lie in stride as well, Nasro nodded to the merchant that he was happy with his choices and would be along to his workshop to review the goods and pay shortly. The merchant dismissed himself and scuttled away.

Returning to his drink Nasro glanced between the group of force users and the dark haired woman, noting that nothing serious seemed to have happened yet.