Philosopher's Stone
The normal hustle and bustle of the busy Mos Espa streets was interrupted by the snarl of a Wookiee, followed by a feminine yelp. Phy was unceremoniously hurled out of the doorway of a local cantina, the Wookiee hired muscle to serve as a bouncer. The owner, a squat Ugnaught, let out a huff and yelled in a gruff voice at the young woman.
"And don't ya come back!" he barked. "I said we ain't servin' no droids! None!"
The door was shut, and any bystanders went about with their business like nothing had happened. Phy whirred with frustration, having landed in a pile of now destroyed crates that lined the mouth of an alleyway. Her hands moved up to brush her synthetic hair out of her face, her bun having come completely undone while being tossed out of the establishment. She wasn't hurt of course, or at least her body wasn't damaged. Her pain receptors had ensured that she had felt the impact. The form she engineered for herself, while lacking the capability to match the strength of a Wookiee, was at the very least very durable.
"How rude," the Shard muttered to herself while she fixed her hair.
People weren't really that familiar with Shards in a place like this. To their benefit, she did look like a Synthdroid or something else of the like. Most folks out here were also far to dense to listen to reason. It was rather unfortunate. Phyla had been on the trail of some smuggled Kyber. Even in High Republic space, Tatooine had a lively underworld. Ever since the New Imperial Order's attack on Ilum, where they had been harvesting Kyber for means of creating weapons, many of the crystals had fallen through the cracks. For several decades now the black market for Force attuned goods had been harboring much of this lost Kyber. She had gone so far as to track something here through a smuggler she managed to catch in the act on Denon, but she had little else in the way of leads. She had been hoping to gather intel at a local establishment.
But it seemed like that plan had been quite literally thrown out the door. The young Shard stood herself up and began to indignantly brush herself off. She muttered to herself as she did so.
"Just my luck... uncivilized barbarians..."
Her poor shell. She'd have to clean it again. Phy was almost obsessively particular about maintaining cleanliness. Naturally she was very upset to be covered in dust and splinters of ironwood. Her eyes finally moved off of herself and back to the streets of Mos Espa, darting around as she considered how she was even supposed to find those Kyber smugglers now...
Preferably without getting thrown out another door.
