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Hiro walked alone. He often did, in fact as long as his memory stretched he'd never had a companion longer than a day or more. Short and objective. That would basically sum up his relationships. Though he had little history of his relationships to go on so that might have always been the case. Still while he had few lasting bonds of travel, he always had his lady, that one familiar face he could find on every road on every world from outer rim to inner core. The Cantina.
This particular spot was called "The Hungry Gungan" a fitting named for a bar on the Naboo waterfront. It seemed to cater more toward the interest of local fishermen, enthusiasts who liked to do their fishing the old fashioned way for sport. A tedious process compounded by the fact that they competed with high tech harvesting machines above and Gungan swimmers below. Still the lot didn't seem to do it for sustenance so much as to let the time pass by with a smile on their face. Hiro saw the gathering was mostly the very old and storied and the young and joyful with little in between.
Hiro thought it was odd, the human life cycle. As it stood there were some humans who when born had a small gap of leisurely existence to learn and grow, then they worked until they died. Then there was the rare lot that never had to work and thus never did, living off the accounts and accomplishments of their elders. Finally there was the common and strangest usage of time. The front of life was used to learn and grow as much as possible, the middle to work constantly often not using the knowledge one acquired, and the end to think on their life, to figure out if it was worth it, then to die without doing anything about it. Truly the droid was glad he was not organic, he had trouble now figuring out what to do with himself, he couldn't imagine having a deadline to choose.
As he sat and ordered his usual, he was suprised to see a bottle of fish oil come down in place of the vegetable or occasional speeder oil. He took a drink and found it to be quite pleasant if not slightly sticky. Still it had a local charm to it. As he sat back he looked to the tender who served him, a bearded man with a large gut and red cheeks that denoted a long history of wide grins like the one he wore now, tipping his hat to the tender he flicked a credit his way before asking,
"You know any neat stories bout here parts?"
The man grabbed the chip then put it on his chin as he thought for a moment before saying,
"Welp there was that trouble with the Gungans while back, nasty business with the Rakghoul plague, but let me think a somethin happier...ah I got it!" with that he walked to the back leaving the droid bewildered and somewhat excited to find out what 'it' was
This particular spot was called "The Hungry Gungan" a fitting named for a bar on the Naboo waterfront. It seemed to cater more toward the interest of local fishermen, enthusiasts who liked to do their fishing the old fashioned way for sport. A tedious process compounded by the fact that they competed with high tech harvesting machines above and Gungan swimmers below. Still the lot didn't seem to do it for sustenance so much as to let the time pass by with a smile on their face. Hiro saw the gathering was mostly the very old and storied and the young and joyful with little in between.
Hiro thought it was odd, the human life cycle. As it stood there were some humans who when born had a small gap of leisurely existence to learn and grow, then they worked until they died. Then there was the rare lot that never had to work and thus never did, living off the accounts and accomplishments of their elders. Finally there was the common and strangest usage of time. The front of life was used to learn and grow as much as possible, the middle to work constantly often not using the knowledge one acquired, and the end to think on their life, to figure out if it was worth it, then to die without doing anything about it. Truly the droid was glad he was not organic, he had trouble now figuring out what to do with himself, he couldn't imagine having a deadline to choose.
As he sat and ordered his usual, he was suprised to see a bottle of fish oil come down in place of the vegetable or occasional speeder oil. He took a drink and found it to be quite pleasant if not slightly sticky. Still it had a local charm to it. As he sat back he looked to the tender who served him, a bearded man with a large gut and red cheeks that denoted a long history of wide grins like the one he wore now, tipping his hat to the tender he flicked a credit his way before asking,
"You know any neat stories bout here parts?"
The man grabbed the chip then put it on his chin as he thought for a moment before saying,
"Welp there was that trouble with the Gungans while back, nasty business with the Rakghoul plague, but let me think a somethin happier...ah I got it!" with that he walked to the back leaving the droid bewildered and somewhat excited to find out what 'it' was