Kalit D'wari
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UTINNI! — D'WARI SALVAGE & TRADING POST
Somewhere in the Jundland Wastes, Tatooine...
The twin suns beat mercilessly against the endless dunes as a small cluster of weathered tents stood against the shifting sands. A handful of moisture vaporators, stacked crates, scavenged droid parts, and humming generators surrounded the makeshift Jawa camp. A faded banner fluttered lazily in the hot desert wind.
Several GNK power droids slowly shuffled between piles of scrap while an old R2 unit chirped as it organized salvaged components into neat stacks.
Standing atop a crate was a lone Jawa wearing worn brown robes and a sand-colored scarf covering his face. His glowing yellow eyes scanned every approaching traveler with curiosity rather than suspicion.
"Utinni!"
The little scavenger enthusiastically waved both hands.
"Good prices! Good deals! Droids... power converters... hyperdrive parts... blasters... tools... maybe even something very special!"
He proudly gestured toward rows of carefully organized merchandise.
There were repaired protocol droid heads, restraining bolts, power cells, navigation computers, moisture vaporator components, speeder engines waiting for restoration, fusion cutters, survival equipment, and crates overflowing with mysterious scrap whose purpose only another engineer could identify.
Unlike many Jawas, this merchant seemed willing to answer questions about every single item before selling it.
"Trade? Buy? Sell? Kalit always make fair deal!"
Behind him, the astromech whistled loudly, almost sounding as if it disagreed with the word "fair."
The Jawa simply shrugged.
"...Mostly fair."
Anyone wandering the wastes could spot the small trading camp from a distance. Whether searching for spare parts, repairs, information, a business opportunity, or simply a cool drink beneath the shade of the tents, all were welcome to approach.
Provided they didn't try to steal anything.