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Terrors of Tatooine: Between Sand and Sky

(I will let that one slip for now. But next time please wait for me to introduce new npcs into the story)

Verz was able to limply land his ship near the sandcrawler, which halted as soon as your vessel was sighted. By the time your engines were shut off an assortment of Jawas were ringed around their vehicle. One of them, who seemed to be the leader was standing beside a battered much modified protocol droid.
 
Verz approached the Chief Jawa and adopted a calm friendly tone of voice.
He bowed. "Sir, I humbly ask for your assistance in repairs to my ship. I can pay credits, or I can trade with you."
(Sorry. This is my first time doing this kind of rp)
 
(No worries. That is why posted my reminder :) )

The ship looked like it had been dunked in sand, as sand was pouring out of the engine intakes and any open port unto tthe ground. The outer shell was blackened where the missile had hit, and any other external surface was scoured as if with a metal brush.

"Oot Mi! Tee tonno rudinni! E chatta eet-eet wanna?" The chieftain replied.

The droid translated the tall jawas statement, "The exalted master scavenger Empideera Kkek bids you greetings and asks if you would like to purchase this scavenged ship from his clan."

Apparently the jawas were going to try and claim salvage rights on Verz own ship.
 
"No thank you Master scavenger. I just need to make some small repairs to my engines and the outer airlock door. Do you have parts I could buy, r tools I could borrow?"
His tone was respectful, but he was furious that they wanted his ship, the one he flew off of Quilarra after his father was killed by a Gurlilan.
 
"Parts we have for sale, yes we do." The Jawas run into the sandcrawler and bring out an assortment of parts and other junk. It soon apparent to Verz why the Jawas were ranging this far as the pickings were rather slim, and included some of the parts from the skyfighters who had pursued him earlier

There was enough parts for partial repairs and still not enough to repair the damaged airlock. With the parts he could get from them, it would take at least 4 hours to make the necessary repairs. The Jawas refuse to sell him any tools though.
 
"Master scavenger, I will pay 500 credits for the parts. And may I borrow some tools? I ill give them back."
Verz looked back at his damaged ship, hoping the Jawas would accept his offer.
 
"The esteemed Grand Master would sell you the parts for 800 credits and will rent you some of their tools for 300 credits per hour." The protocol said, clearly taken aback by the princely sum demanded by the Jawa.
 
(hahaha. no worries.)

The Jawa greedily grabs the cred chip and tells his minions to hand over the parts and some basic tools. With the items in hand, Verz can now decide whether to patch up his hull, clear his engines of sand or a combination of both. Either way it would be far from a professional job and would just return some functionality on his ship.

Meanwhile, your R3 droid is using your scanner to check the surroundings for possible life forms aside from the jawas.
 
Verz starts clearing the engines as his first priority. The tools, while basic, were perfect for cleaning sand. He worked quickly and efficiently felt that the engines were reasonably clean after 45 minutes. He then got to work on the battered hull of the Swift Strike.
 
Sand poured out of the engine intakes and other places where normally sand could not reach. He had a partially ruptured oil line that was easily replaced and was soon working on the external sections when R3 sent him a coded message. Lifeforms were detected 50 yards out and closing. Turning in the direction indicated, Verz could see nothing but dunes of hot sweltering sand.
 
The droid responds that it seems like its eight or nine figures, 30 yards due east. Could not confirm the reading due to the ambient heat rising off the desert sand.
 
"I wouldn't be surprised if they sent more men after you. You still have no idea who you're messing with. They will hunt you down like a dog." For all this bravado it was clear he was worried about his own safety. R3 reports they are 20 yards and closing, although there was still nothing in sight except dunes and sand.
 
The droid replies that although there is some sand in the weapons placements, they seem to be in workable condition.

"Hey you want to play dumb that's fine with me. Hell its your hide on the line not mine. Hey hey ok! We know the smuggler sent the package to your ship. The boss don't like his property being acquired by someone else ok?"
 

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