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There are somethings one never gets tired of, especially if one is a droid and thus cannot become tired. One of those things for Hiro was the positive feedback acquired when he circled the wall of Bestine, Tatooine's capital. Many planets have capitals that poorly represent their society. They are polished to the point of meaninglessness, but Bestine was one with the desert, its high walls caked in the desert sand, it's many sentential buffeted by its gritty winds, the city as hard as its people, all baked in the sun like clay pots, molded by the sands of time. As Hiro got off his speeder bike, Silver he looked up those high walls, the second sun causing a slight glare to come off his goggles and gave the all clear wave. Slowly the guard above raised a flag and in turn another was raised nearby, and another and another down the line until at last the city declared its security, the ragged flags a sign of a long period of peace.
Slowly Hiro walked alongside his bike, letting it come to a rest at last near the scouting station so that it might be refitted and refueled. As he did he approached the clerk, a cheeky little Jawa older than most of the rusting droids he occasionally serviced and spoke,
"Did the North Wall today, not hide nor hair a the Sand People, or anyone else who looked unfriendly, which is good cause ya got plenty unfriendly folk right in the city,"
In response the Jawa chittered some Jawa chitter and stamped Hiro's document declaring he had down his patrol. Hiro walked over to the small machine and inserted his ticket and with that a clunk of credits fell into the bottom trough. Hiro automatically calculated the sum he was paid by listing the number of clinks he heard noting the value of each by the tone of their contact. Immediately Hiro turned about, not even bothering to collect his due and angrily yelled,
"Now listen here you snake in the grass, that's half what I'm owed, I did the North Wall, the whole North Wall!"
It was too late however as the wily Jawa had already sealed himself in his explosive proof booth, his window tightly sealed in durasteel. Hiro stomped his feet for some time and banged on the booth to no avail until he heard a different noise. The distinctive clink of credits, his credits. Turning about once more the droid spotted two men, a Saurin and a young man quickly stashing the fallen cash in their pockets. Hiro swiftly produced his slug shooter but the pair raced around a corner before he could line up a shot,
"Dag nab it!" The Droid shouted as he gave chase, his leg gyros worn from his three day patrol. Slowed to a quick limp Hiro watched as the two young creatures slipped away, but didnt give up. Turning to an open door beside the boys, Hiro busted in to a suprised Twi'lek's home nearly upending her as she brought some stew to her family, moving past the frightened clan the droid burst through their backdoor nearly upon the young thieves, however their quick reaction saved them as they turned down another alley. Hiro turned the corner and aimed his gun only to be greeted with the slam of a manhole. Walking up to the lid Hiro could only remove his hat, throw it to the ground and stomp on it yelling once more,
"DAGGGGG NAB IT"
Slowly Hiro walked alongside his bike, letting it come to a rest at last near the scouting station so that it might be refitted and refueled. As he did he approached the clerk, a cheeky little Jawa older than most of the rusting droids he occasionally serviced and spoke,
"Did the North Wall today, not hide nor hair a the Sand People, or anyone else who looked unfriendly, which is good cause ya got plenty unfriendly folk right in the city,"
In response the Jawa chittered some Jawa chitter and stamped Hiro's document declaring he had down his patrol. Hiro walked over to the small machine and inserted his ticket and with that a clunk of credits fell into the bottom trough. Hiro automatically calculated the sum he was paid by listing the number of clinks he heard noting the value of each by the tone of their contact. Immediately Hiro turned about, not even bothering to collect his due and angrily yelled,
"Now listen here you snake in the grass, that's half what I'm owed, I did the North Wall, the whole North Wall!"
It was too late however as the wily Jawa had already sealed himself in his explosive proof booth, his window tightly sealed in durasteel. Hiro stomped his feet for some time and banged on the booth to no avail until he heard a different noise. The distinctive clink of credits, his credits. Turning about once more the droid spotted two men, a Saurin and a young man quickly stashing the fallen cash in their pockets. Hiro swiftly produced his slug shooter but the pair raced around a corner before he could line up a shot,
"Dag nab it!" The Droid shouted as he gave chase, his leg gyros worn from his three day patrol. Slowed to a quick limp Hiro watched as the two young creatures slipped away, but didnt give up. Turning to an open door beside the boys, Hiro busted in to a suprised Twi'lek's home nearly upending her as she brought some stew to her family, moving past the frightened clan the droid burst through their backdoor nearly upon the young thieves, however their quick reaction saved them as they turned down another alley. Hiro turned the corner and aimed his gun only to be greeted with the slam of a manhole. Walking up to the lid Hiro could only remove his hat, throw it to the ground and stomp on it yelling once more,
"DAGGGGG NAB IT"