Pouring rain marked today as a special kind of day. One filled with robbery, vandalism, and most importantly, love. Today Des met that special someone. His partner in crime, the Bonny to his Clyde, the Han Solo to his Chewbacca, th- well you get it. Anyways, before all that, we have to start at the beginning...
Desmond's bantha hide boots splashed through the puddle strewn alleys of Coruscant with the fuzz hot on his tail. He had just robbed a bank, or at least atempted too.
He had threatened the teller droid with a toy DL-44, the droid gave him a lump sum in exchange for it's metaphorical life and Desmond assumed he would get away easy peasy. But, on his way out the security droid made it's way in. It easily identified the weapon as a toy, ordered Desmond to relinquish the dough or face termination and when he refused, the bank went into lock down and it open fired on him. He threw the toy at the large retired super battle droid which proceeded to fire a wrist rocket at him.
The missile streaked past him and blew a hole through the once locked, now open, durasteel door. The droid cursed it's poor aim with a "Roger, Roger!" and in it's duress, it began to suffer from the machine version of P.T.S.D., seemingly from nowhere came the cry "Watch those wrist rockets!" and poor SBD 3409 began to panic. Desmond took advantage of the moment to escape through the hole in the wall and made his way to his speeder. He threw the sack of credit sticks in the passenger seat and started up his engines.
He made it a good block before the same super battle droid came charging him with it's jet packs screaming "ROGER, ROGER!" in a deranged panicked state. SBD 3409 would not loose another target. It set itself to self destruct upon reaching Desmond's speeder and blew a hole in the craft's engine. Desmond's land ship went spiraling out of control and he crashed in a alley. He grabbed the cash and started running.
He found a dumpster droid and decided to hide in it before the police could find him. It greeted him with a series of rather rude beeps, but in the end it had no choice but to allow Desmond to hide within it's innards, as it had no arms or legs to resist. When the police ran through the alley the mechanical dumpster atempted to warn them of the criminal within it's bowels, but lucky for Des none of the officers spoke dumpster. It was here that he would be found. With the rest of his ilk. In a trash can.