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As the hatch to "The Lab" opened, bright sunlight streamed in over the two figures standing in the entryway. The Polis Massan shielded his eyes, squinting. His white lab coat was shining clean, as were his black rubber gloves. The light reflected off of his upraised glove, causing a strange ripply reflection on the exit ramp of the simple rectangular ship.
I forgot how bright it is on this stupid rock. He thought, standing at the top of the exit ramp to give his eyes some time to adjust.
"Doctor Palono, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't insult my homeworld like that." His companion was a pit droid that stood about half his height, rusted and seemingly pieced together with spare parts. The droid made its way down the exit ramp, each step making a light clamping sound. "I think our time here is best served off the ship."
Yes, yes, I'm getting there. Luno's mouthless face betrayed no emotion as he slowly inched his way down the ramp, still shielding his eyes. The circlet that sat atop his head functioned as a transmitter. It was wired into his brain and utilized his weak telepathic powers to transmit his thoughts to the droid, Ufie, in the form of radio waves.
"Oh, I would love to do some looking around while we are here, Doctor." Ufie stood at the bottom of the ramp, his skinny arms wrapped around his skinny chest as he glanced around the desert. "The last time I was on this planet, I was barely functioning."
We'll see how business goes, first. If you're good, maybe I'll let you see the junk pile where I found you. Luno reached the bottom of the ramp as Ufie threw his tiny droid hands into the air.
"Oh, happy day!" The droid's tinny voice reached an even higher pitch as he exclaimed his happiness.
Enough. Let's get to the city.
"Doctor," Ufie began, as the two began to walk towards the city on the horizon, across the sand, "why did you park so far away from the city if you hate this planet so much? Surely, our time would be more efficiently spent if we had less walking to do."
In case we find a unique specimen, I don't want there to be much attention in the port. You know how those dockworkers can be, always wanting to see whats in the bag. It'll be easier to slip out of the city unnoticed than it would to slip into the center of the city. Luno, finally dropped his hand to his side, having almost completely adjusted to the sunlight. He blinked several times as he looked around. This planet is one of the biggest melting pots around. I'll never understand why so many beings want to live in such a terrible place.
"Perhaps, Doctor, they don't have a choice."
The two walked on in silence towards the city, Ufie stopping once or twice to shake himself free of sand particulates. As they drew close, Ufie spoke up. "Doctor. Where in the city are we heading to?"
In all my travels, I've discovered one place always has the best information.
Ufie looked down at the sand for a moment before turning back to Luno. "The library?"
Luno, put a hand on his hip. You think this sinkhole has a library? Of course not. I'm talking about the cantina.
I forgot how bright it is on this stupid rock. He thought, standing at the top of the exit ramp to give his eyes some time to adjust.
"Doctor Palono, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't insult my homeworld like that." His companion was a pit droid that stood about half his height, rusted and seemingly pieced together with spare parts. The droid made its way down the exit ramp, each step making a light clamping sound. "I think our time here is best served off the ship."
Yes, yes, I'm getting there. Luno's mouthless face betrayed no emotion as he slowly inched his way down the ramp, still shielding his eyes. The circlet that sat atop his head functioned as a transmitter. It was wired into his brain and utilized his weak telepathic powers to transmit his thoughts to the droid, Ufie, in the form of radio waves.
"Oh, I would love to do some looking around while we are here, Doctor." Ufie stood at the bottom of the ramp, his skinny arms wrapped around his skinny chest as he glanced around the desert. "The last time I was on this planet, I was barely functioning."
We'll see how business goes, first. If you're good, maybe I'll let you see the junk pile where I found you. Luno reached the bottom of the ramp as Ufie threw his tiny droid hands into the air.
"Oh, happy day!" The droid's tinny voice reached an even higher pitch as he exclaimed his happiness.
Enough. Let's get to the city.
"Doctor," Ufie began, as the two began to walk towards the city on the horizon, across the sand, "why did you park so far away from the city if you hate this planet so much? Surely, our time would be more efficiently spent if we had less walking to do."
In case we find a unique specimen, I don't want there to be much attention in the port. You know how those dockworkers can be, always wanting to see whats in the bag. It'll be easier to slip out of the city unnoticed than it would to slip into the center of the city. Luno, finally dropped his hand to his side, having almost completely adjusted to the sunlight. He blinked several times as he looked around. This planet is one of the biggest melting pots around. I'll never understand why so many beings want to live in such a terrible place.
"Perhaps, Doctor, they don't have a choice."
The two walked on in silence towards the city, Ufie stopping once or twice to shake himself free of sand particulates. As they drew close, Ufie spoke up. "Doctor. Where in the city are we heading to?"
In all my travels, I've discovered one place always has the best information.
Ufie looked down at the sand for a moment before turning back to Luno. "The library?"
Luno, put a hand on his hip. You think this sinkhole has a library? Of course not. I'm talking about the cantina.