A Man and his Droid.

[R2-Z6]

Location: Outskirts of Mos Eisley, Tatooine. More specifically, in a Jawa Sandcrawler.

​Time: Afternoon on Tatooine.

​R2-Z6 was not having the greatest week. After his latest master was shot after cowering out during Sabaac. He was stolen by Jawas. Within the sandcrawler, for the most part, he seemed to be the nicest looking droid in there. There were plenty of junk bots, pieces of droid that the Jawas had put together to make surprising combinations. While R2 was looking around the sandcrawler, it suddenly screeched to a halt and the back opened up. The Jawas forced the droids that worked outside into the sand. They were just at the city limits of Mos Eisley.

As the Jawa's forced the droids to go deeper into the city. at least two of the "functioning" droids broke down. Eventually the droids made it onto a busy street as the Jawas waited for potential clients to walk near them. the day was hot and R2-Z6's golden dome shined in the twin sun's light making his eternal AC work overtime to keep his systems cool. he looked over at one of his Jawa captors and whistled hoping to get his attention, but the Jawa ignored him and kept going.

R2-Z6 compared the way Jawas sell droids to the way how the Hutt's sell slaves. Jawas were truly the Hutts of the droid world. R2-Z6 kept his thoughts going, hoping that his new master was at least a kind one.

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[Adron Malvern]

Letting out a loud yawn Adron ran a hand over the back of his neck, happy that his business on the world was complete. Delivering supplies to Mos Eisley was about as enjoyable as getting your fingers cut off. Especially for the Count who was used to a winter climate.

The scorching sun beat down on the Count as he made his way through the town. All I want is to get back to my ship and take a nice cool bath. He mused, a smile forming on his face from the very thoughts. However, Adron was quickly pulled from his peaceful thoughts by a loud grouping of alien's, jabbering in a tongue that bordered on annoying. Jawa's, the trade masters of Tatooine, even on Serenno they were a topic of conversation from time to time. Most were con-artists who tried selling off their junk as first rate loot, others were decent salesmen who could give you a good deal. Of course the trick was finding out which was which.

Adron made the mistake of making eye contact, causing one of the short, hooded, creatures to wave his arms at him wildly. Trying to draw the Count over Adron took a moment to consider. "I guess I don't have much else to do."

Making his way over to the Jawa he was immediately barraged with another dose of the small creature's language which consisted of a great deal of gibberish. "Woa woa, little man. I can't understand you." The Jawa exclaimed loudly before pointing at the lining of droids behind him.

"You want to sell me a Droid?" The Jawa cried out once again, however this one seemed much more positive than the last. Taking Adron by the hand he pointed at a protocol droid that had one eye and an arm missing. Adron simply stared at the droid before looking back down at the Jawa. "You're kidding right?"

Moving down the line the Jawa passed a small astromech that seemed to be in good condition. Adron stopped to lean down in front of it, arching a brow at it. "Wow, an old R2 unit, my cousin had one of these once. Supposed to be a really good droid. What's your name little guy?"

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[R2-Z6]

The droid was surprised that someone actually wanted him and whistled his name to the man, it was fairly uncommon for droids to speak binary now and days, most newer models of droids spoke basic, and now and days it was even rarer for sentients to understand binary. R2-Z6 Whistled to the mysterious man asking if he understood binary or not. However one of the Jawas was getting annoyed about how long this sale was taking and started yelling at the man what R2-Z6 could only assume to be "Buy or get away." R2 decided now was the time to impress his possibly new master. Unlike many droids R2-Z6 has never had a memory wipe in his 900 years of existence. Of course he didn't remember anything but as personalities go, he had probably the biggest ever. To attempt to impress his master he zapped the one Jawa who was trying to force the sale. he whistled sarcastically toward the "window shopper". However this caused the other Jawas to bring there guns out to escort the droid back to the crawler. as 2 Jawas accompanying him took him away, R2-Z6 looked back at the mysterious man. wondering what the odds are that the man would buy him.

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[Adron Malvern]

Adron was very shocked when the Droid spoke binary, in the days of the advancing galaxy it was practically a dying language. Lucky for Adron he had studied the language as a boy and could understand the small droid well. "Yes, I can understa-." His words were cut from him when the same Jawa he spoke to pushed between the two, going into another storm of gibberish. Glaring down at the hooded alien Adron crossed his arms. "You know this isn't the best way to try and make a sale."

A loud zap could be heard erupting from behind the Jawa, causing it to jump into the air as it's behind was thoroughly cooked. Adron chuckled at this before placing a hand on his chin, smiling down a the droid. "That WAS pretty funny." However the joke was short lived, the Count watched as the Jawa's quickly moved to escort the droid back to the sand crawler. Adron watched the scene silently for a moment before tapping the Jawa on the shoulder.

"I want that one." He said, pointing to Astromech being carried up the sandcrawler's ramp. The Jawa muttered something to his counterparts, halting their ascent. The Jawa turned back to Adron as the boy produced a silver credit chit, knowing he was overpaying for the droid. "Here, will this do?"

The Jawa stared at the device before realizing what it was, he shook his head, crossing his arms as he did. "Are you serious? Well....what do you want?" The Jawa sized the boy up, catching a glimpse of Adron's lightsaber hanging on his waist. The Jawa quickly pointed to it with a loud screech. "What? My Lightsaber? No way." The Jawa, seemed to be growing angry at Adron and looked to the wrist-mounted datapad that Adron possessed. Again, he pointed.

"My console? Well.....I guess I can get another." Tapping the device a few times to erase the data Adron detached the device, holding it out to the Jawa. "Here, scavenger."

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[R2-Z6]

The R2 unit whistled happily over to his new master. A force user of sorts. R2-Z6 wondered if he was a sith or a Jedi, but then again everything isn't as black and white as it used to be. Now there Jedi, Sith, Dark Jedi, Force Users, etc. etc. R2-Z6 remembered the last time he had encountered an actual Jedi, must've been 40 years ago. As of Force Users, nothing comes to mind recently, but then R2 thought about where the guy was taking him, he noticed that his new master wasn't a Tatooine native, his clothes would be far tanner. R2 then whistled over to him "So, mister, what's your name? Also mind telling me where you're taking me?" After 900 years of never having his memory wiped and serving hundreds of master's R2-Z6 didn't really care for manners. However he did follow his new master closely so he wouldn't get stolen, again.

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[Adron Malvern]

As the R2 unit was escorted back to Adron he patted the small droid's dome with a smile. "Come on, let's get off this planet." Turning away from the Jawa's Adron sunk one of his hands in his pockets as he listened to the string of chirps the astromech gave off. "Hmm? You can call me Adron. Well I figured we'd go back to my home on Serenno. I really hate the heat so staying here isn't in my list of things to do."

Glancing down at the Astromech Adron took notice of all the sand and dirt that had built up around it. "Wow, you're pretty dirty little guy...how about we get you cleaned up when we get to the ship?"

Adron made his way to the starport with his new friend, decently excited for his purchase. "You never did tell me your name."

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[R2-Z6]

"R2-Z6 at your service, Master Adron." R2-Z6 whistled wondering how cold Serreno was. If it was as cold as he thought it was it'll certainly freeze his circuits.

"As for the oil bath, thank the maker! Those pesky rodents haven't cleaned me once since the got me." R2-Z6 whistled irritated at the thought of those rodents. as he rolled through the Mos Eisley streets he thought of another question,

"So, Master Adron, What model ship so you own? Would you like to see if I could tinker with it, see if I can make it run smoother?" R2-Z6 whistled, trying to make his new master impressed by the outdated droid.

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[Adron Malvern]

"R2-Z6." Adron repeated, committing the operating number to memory. "Rodents? The Jawa's? They're pretty odd I suppose. But at least they didn't scrap you for parts. R2 units aren't exactly a hot commodity these days. Speaking of, how did you end up on Tatooine R2?" He questioned.

Adron continued down the streets of Mos Eisley, happy to be making his way out. Once they made it to the starport he urged R2 to follow close behind him. "Model? It's just a Lambda Class shuttle. It's not my personal ship, I actually don't have a personal starfighter yet. Been meaning to get one so I guess you can help me with that too, huh?"

Once they made it to the shuttle Adron took notice of his security officer's preparing for take off. Adron tapped R2 on his dome with a smile before bending down in front of him. "This shuttle will take me us to my frigate. Now once we get there I'll get you a bath, deal?"

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