CH5
"Oh.".
Turning around and surveying the terrain for possible threats, Vince found no visible threats to him or his ship. Figuring that he's going to be on this planet for a while, Vince crawled back into his ship to stow away his belongings and valuables. After doing so, Vince went to the storage area to get a tarp. With the tarp and magnets in hand, he went back out to the area of damage and covered the exposed inner workings of his ship.
"That should suffice for now, until I figure out how to repair this blasted hole.". Vince mumbled to himself, turning to the only traversable path out of the crevice he crash landed in. Scratching his head, Vince began to plan a way out of his current situation when he noticed a silhouette blotting out the light of one of the sun's settings. Due to being high strung and surprised, Vince drew his blaster and fired three bolts in rapid succession, all hitting their mark on the figure's head, chest, and left knee.
With a flair of his blaster and a sigh of relief, Vince holstered his big iron and trained his gaze upon the collapsed figure in the distance. Realizing his fault, Vince widened his eyes in surprise and rushed up to the corpse on the hill. Without the suns blocking his view of the person, Vince looked closely at the man. By his clothes, he seemed to be more on the poor side with the patched cloth and calloused palms. Sifting through the farmer's clothes, Vince finds a handful of credits and a key to a land speeder.
Looking around for said speeder, Vince quickly stashed the credits and stood up. Finding the speeder a short distance away, he ultimately decided to return to his ship.
Once in the ship, Vince alerted Karall of his little 'accident' outside the ship, and split his money in half to seem more inconspicuous to passerbys. He then went to the cockpit and checked the navs, when he found a suitable destination a reasonable distance away he downloaded the coordinates onto his arm communicator and then headed towards the ramp. Once he was outside again, Vince relocated the speeder and hopped in, powered it up and raced off towards his destination.
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Having arrived at a town a few dozen miles away from the crash site, Vince stowed his newly acquired speeder in an inconspicuous corner of town. The town seems to be a slow one, with only a few people lumbering around to their respective destinations at their own pace.
Approaching a nearby food stall, Vince asked the venerable woman if there's a ship repair shop in town.
"Why, yes. As a matter of fact there is! If you go down thataway, past the three buildings on the right, there's a sweet little Jawa that does repairs for a fair price. Say, after you visit him, why don't you and I have a little fun?"
"What? Uh, ma-"
"Don't listen to me, I'm just playin' a fool. Youngin' these days. Hehehe."
The woman chuckled in amusement and hobbled to the hovel behind her while Vince stood dumbfoundedly in front of the stall.
He sighed and shook his head. "What an odd lady." He followed the woman's directions, past a bustling cantina, and went on his way towards the repair shop.
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Arriving at the repair shack, Vince spotted a short creature covered in a dusty brown hooded robe with glowing yellow eyes tinkering with some fickle trinkets.
"Oh, it's a Jawa. Hopefully it'll offer an acceptable price for it's aid." He walks up to the little robed one and points towards some hull parts and firmly asks, "Mob un loo?"(How much?). The Jawa looked up at Vince and then towards the parts that his finger pointed towards. The Jawa paused briefly as if it was calculating the worth of the hunks of metal the tall masked human was pointing towards. It turned towards Vince once again and replied, "kisewa peggat.".
Vince frowned behind his mask and quietly exclaimed scandalously back at the hooded merchant, "What do you mean, ten peggat! That's way too much, at least lower it to a peggat. All I'm asking for is that scrap metal, and scrap isn't worth ten peggat." He shifted his weight to his other leg, letting gravity move his cloak to hide the twin suns' scorching light from getting into the crack of his mask. The Jawa scoffed and dismissively shook its head, silently wishing to be back in its fortified home.
With a sigh, Vince turns and heads toward the cantina, which he passed by earlier, to get a drink and ask others if there's a parts shop nearby.
(A/N: 1 wupiupi = .625 galactic credit, 16 wupiupi = 1 trogut, and 4 trogut is 1 peggat.)
{A/N 2: Sorry for being absent for like a year yall. been a lazy ooga child. i'll try to post more in the future. Btw was just updating the ch. I reviewed it and found the tatooineian currency to be worth less than i expected.}