Ask Tatooine Pit Stop.

[Endon]

Every journey in the galaxy has a beginning and an ending, and often Tatooine is dreadfully in the middle. In this case, as in many cases since becoming the owner. His Clone Wars era shuttle needed fuel, and parts, and to be shot in the main thruster. If you asked the sassy repair woman.

"Me and the boys here can get it done, that is if you got the credits." The dirt painted woman said with a smile. "Money is not problem, I assure you." Endon said with amusement. Departing the repair bay of the spaceport with a dismissive nod. He made for the open streets, seemingly with a direction in mind. As an Acolyte, he'd come to the planet with his former Master enough to know his way around.

There were two bars on this rock that could serve a good drink, a good time, and maybe some work. Not that he was looking for the last one. The first was the "hang out" for the syndicates in Mos Espa. The second and closest to him, was Bar Bar Drinks. The place was a simple local's spot. A junk pit with cantina seated in the middle.

Endon would meander in the direction of the cantina's location but he was in no rush. Rather he took time to see what was around. What the force let flow into his path.

@LadyRen

 

[Maeve]

Maeve's next stop was Tatooine - the dry, sandy shithole in the middle of nowhere. A place not unknown to her and a place where she had quite a network. There was enough scum and villainy around here and it offered many different opportunities, yet after what had happened to her within the last few months, she preferred to keep a rather low profile instead of aiming for something big.

Tatooine's main population was poor - not the best conditions, but she had still earned a little by pickpocketing, gambling and scavenging- everything where her skills and tricks came in handy. No one was too pissed with her yet and no one was onto her, which was even better.

Quite the contrary, she had made some 'friends' along the way who were actually nothing more than semi-handful stranger with the habit of getting too wasted to realize Maeve was stealing from them on a regular base. After having 'helped' with fixing a moisture farmer's pump (with her mid mechanic knowledge, she had at least managed to find short term solution that had gotten her a few more credits), her plan was to wind down for the day in the local bar.

The Bar Bar Drinks was everything but a fine establishment, but it usually harbored many interesting people and thus more opportunities. She wasn't feeling a drink just yet, so she casually strolled towards it, spotting the regular citizen who hung out nearby and greeted them curtly, before she spotted a relatively handsome stranger along the way.

A new face. A traveller perhaps, probably someone with no actual clue about where everything was and what to do here. Quickly pulling out her phone, she texted one of her 'befriended' hobos, one who still owed her a favor. It read: "Shove me against the man in front of me. Now. You owe me".

The Rodian immediately got up with a sigh, approximately 20 meters in front of the man and started walking towards Maeve. Maeve sped up, so as if in a hurry, passing the stranger in the same moment the Rodian was next to her and pushed her just like she had asked. She tripped and collided with the stranger, swiping him off his feet. Her hand slipped down into his pocket so quickly and skillfully that chances of him noticing were small. "Hey? What the kriff?", she angrily adressed the Rodian, who started running. "Damn I'm so damn sorry...the idiot shoved me". Whatever was in his pocket, it was hers now as she slid it into hers before climbing down from him.

@Taz