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Mos Espa, Tatooine
Moaning Chant slowly opened her round eyes. Seeing that it was still night she murmured curses in her native tongue. Looking up from behind the pilot asked in a drowsy tone.
“What is it Neesy?”
The droid chirped and click her answer, causing Chant to sigh. “We been over this. I’m not getting a room at some pisshole. They’ve charge us extra for just being outsiders.” Neesy retorted back in binary while the pilot rubbed her forehead in frustration and yelled. “You watch your language there girl, my answer is still no!”
There was a moment of awkward silence between the two before Chant shook her head.
“Look Neesy I know ya want me to get better rest. Yet the truth is I can’t risk you and our fighter from being scrapped for parts. Especially by those thieving Jawas that hang around here.”
Neesy acknowledged in an apoplectic tone, knowing her organic comrade did care. Smiling in understanding the blue Mon Calamari added.
“We’re going to be okay little sister. Our next destination is Cloud City after one more job here I promise.”
That statement was followed by Neesy chirping excitedly causing Chant to chuckle in mild amusement. Her metal companion always loved that place when they travel there.
@Bran
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