The Spacepiress of Chaos
W I N D O W S H O P P I N G
Theed, Naboo
Moe's! Electronics Haberdashery, Droid Refurbishment, and Scrap Emporium
Confederacy of Independent Systems
With everything that had happened in the last few months, it seemed that things were stuck in an ever-present state of change - though one of the better things that had come from the Confederacy deciding to move the capital from Geonosis to Naboo, was the lack of dust, dirt, and debris in the air. It was a pleasant feeling to be able to walk down the street without worry that the next cough would see one producing a dirt clod in their hand - not to mention that things on Naboo seemed to be rather more pleasant - or so for the moment. There were few days in which she had some time for herself - though that day - she managed to slip away from work and find a means to otherwise relax. The multitude of stores that lined the various streets still caught her eye - and she had endeavored to spend more time away from the office when she could - at least for the moment. It was still up in the air as to whom would be the next Minister of War - Amelia herself having been one of the potential candidates. Such a job potentially meant less free time for herself - though she was hoping that it would not come to that, feeling that she could do much more in her current position as the Grand Marshal of Naval Command than she could ever do as a Minster of War.
Her thoughts were dominated for a moment as she pondered on the potential outcome - and in her distracted state - she had apparently happened upon something a bit more strange and unique given the planet that they were on. Finding such a gem on Naboo deserved that it be explored - and the signage alone demanded attention as a soft chuckle escaped - those golden-yellow hues falling upon the image of a Jawa and Gonk droid as she carefully read the sign, albeit her Jawaese was a little rough.
"Moe's! Electronics, Haberdashery, Droid Refurbishment, and Scrap Emporium."
She pondered and mused on the title of the shop - a rather lengthy and crafty series of words - though she figured that it merely meant that the Jawa, or individual, that owned the shop was one that was a little more eccentric. However, she had her own dealings with Jawas - both from the newly established Von Sorenn Industries subsidiary, Utinni Works - as well as the Mecharius within the Hellknight Corps. She figured that if Jawas were present on worlds as far removed as Tatooine and Raxus Prime - then it wasn't all that surprising that one had managed to set up shop on Naboo. Of course, she had heard the stories and rumors of one such Jawa that worked with the Confederacy during a number of campaigns that the Confederacy had undergone in recent months. She was left wondering that if perhaps the Moe that was described in the signage was one and same as the individual Jawa that she had read about in a handful of reports that slipped across her desk.
Returning to the present mind and thoughts at hand - pushing a few of the memories back to be thought over later - she was rather pleased that she hadn't brought her companion. The last thing she needed was to find Kassara missing an arm or two after they left. For now, though she would give these Jawas the benefit of the doubt - and not lump them together as swindlers and cheats that the larger populace of the Galaxy believed them to be. Running her hands over her coat, she pulled it snug against her, brushing herself off a bit to ensure that no wrinkles remained as she made herself presentable before approaching the shop - only stopping at the front as she peered in through the windows to see a handful of objects on display - though she did take a momentary note of an individual that was seemingly arguing or perhaps attempting to haggle and bargain with a couple of Jawa's just outside the door.
She didn't overhear much of the conversation, though it was clear that the individual was rather unpleased with the Jawas - still - it was not her place to intervene or disturb them and left the trio to their own devices as she slipped past them. Stepping into the shop proper, she took a moment to look around, golden-yellow hues carefully slipping over the variety of random electronics, scrap, and droids that had been collected. Noting that it seemed to be somewhat difficult to move around the shop - she made no attempt to bother the Jawas that were working or going about their business. Amelia pressed on as she began to slowly browse the wares and items that were on display - of course, she was sure that many of these objects were legally found - though what drew her attention was some of the stock that had seemingly been from Locke and Key.
Amelia had to hand it to the Jawas though, they were always an industrious species - capable of surviving in conditions that many others would have difficulty in surviving - least of all thriving. Desert worlds were not her favorite - and in fact - she often attempted to do her best to avoid them as much as she could. Perhaps then, that was why she spent as little time possible on Geonosis than she had on Naboo - finding that the more temperate climate of the new capital suited her better - and didn't seem to threaten to burn her as much as Geonosis would have. Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she returned to where she was, stopping mid-stride to avoid running into a Jawa that had been stocking a shelf - a soft smile crossing her lips as she gave it a knowing nod before slipping around and permitting them to carry on their task.
Though she was window shopping - more browsing than having a set mind on what she was in there to purchase - a few things draw her eye, mainly the myriad of droids that lined some of the shelves. She couldn't help notice a couple of B1 Series Battle Droids as well - though she could easily overlook that - after all, it was her day off, and she wasn't about to hassle a handful of Jawas for having what was clearly stamped Confederacy property given the emblem that emblazoned the side of the droid. The scorch and blast marks on some of the droids shown that they were, truly as advertised, refurbished - though she had to wonder just how well they worked in such a state. With a soft smirk upon her lips as she suppressed a chuckle, she continued to carefully browse, looking through the various objects and items that were collected, all the while carefully and skillfully avoiding running into a number of Jawas - and other patrons that seemed to be set on arguing or attempting to haggle with them in turn.
Making her way to the far wall, she stood for a moment, her attention fixating upon the droids that sat in various conditions - though she had a few items that seemed to draw her attention. Slender fingers gently wrapped around the edges of an old R2 dome, pulling it free from the clutter that sat on and around the older droid's head. Golden-yellow hues slowly inspected the item - she even gave it a careful turn or two as she looked over the piece before setting it once more upon the shelve that she had managed to free the item from. It seemed that they had amassed quite a spectacular collection of droids from all manner of places - of course hearing a patron or two exclaims that the droid had been theirs just somedays prior brought an understanding as to how people could see the Jawa's in the light that they did.
For her part, however, Amelia couldn't fault the Jawas for doing what they did best - as it came naturally to any species that had developed a culture around collecting scrap or finding objects believed to have been abandoned by their owners. As she continued to carefully peruse the collection of droids, she stopped for a moment as she looked down at a Jawa and smiled, slowly crouching down - her hands came to rest on her knees - as her own golden-yellow hues locked with the vibrant amber eyes shrouded in the cloak of the Jawa that was before her.
"I believe I may be in the market for a new, refurbished droid."
Moe Uilor
Chaos NaNo: 1472
