Public Jawa Trading For Dummies

[DK-03]

Moe Uilor​

Geonosis. Confederacy territory.

Sandy, and bright.

DK-03 was not an entirely bright man, he was just really good at fighting and killing things.

He had eventually found that burrito.

It was a good burrito.

His helmet had slightly shifted upwards and he was slamming it fist first into his mouth, engorging the contents within the professionally folded outer wheatish layers. He wasn't sure if it was wheat - he was pretty sure this Galaxy had bread, but he wasn't quite sure if that's what he was ingesting.

But man, did it taste delicious. His mouth salivated further with each munch, creating a whirlpool of encrusted ingredients and mouth-generated water in his front facial orifice.

The bartender in the next town over had told him this was where the Jawas hung out, and had some sweet deals.

Hopefully he'd find one.

That's literally all he had planned. That, and this burrito.

 

[Katarine Falcon]

Another day another dollar. Nearby the burrito shop, just across the street was a lil stand she had set up. After a lifetime in piracy and political arenas she was something of a retired mercenary lending her gun and rapier here and there as required. Today she was smoking a giant Bantha brisket over some Endorian hardwoods, and kicking back with a Mando beer.

She glanced across the street through the thick blue smoke to spy the weird stormtrooper dude.

"Brisket? Ten creds a plate!"

 

[Jim Pehico]

Geonosis was Jim's least favorite place in the galaxy. Hot, Dry, and most of all he was afraid of Geonosians. Jim had just concluded delivering some cargo shipment when his hyperdrive went bad. He went to call upon his trusty droid mechanic R2-3Z and his droid ended up with a bad motivator after working in these dry temperatures. Jim went to town looking for a good deal on a motivator. While walking into town something caused Jim to halt in his tracks. He smelled it first. Smoky... Bantha… Meat... Jim drooled remembering that he had been so busy trying to deliver this cargo on time he hadn't eaten anything in the past 12 hours.

"Brisket? Ten creds a plate!"

"Wow" Jim thought to himself. "If it tastes as good as it smells that'll be a great deal!" As Jim walked up he noticed to his left a stormtrooper, "This isn't imperial territory. Is it?", Jim constantly asked himself questions like this, With all the factions winning and losing territories constantly it was hard to keep up with it all. His pondering went blank. He saw the chef. A gorgeous hazel-haired woman. However as Jim looked more closely the woman, she looked as dangerous as she was beautiful. One wrong word and Jim's life might be in danger. Unfortunately for Jim, that is a risk he was willing to take. Walking towards the stand with the swagger of 1,000 Coruscanti Elitists. Jim put his credits on the table.

"One of those fine plates of Brisket please." Jim said with his signature smirk. "Speaking of fine, I've heard people speaking of these beautiful flowers growing out here on Geonosis… I Didn't believe it until I saw you." Jim winked. "You are truly a desert rose." He grinned.

DK-03 | Katarine Falcon

 

[Katarine Falcon]

Jim received a smirk from her, lips curling just at the ends,

"Well I'll be flattered Mr. Dashing. Aint too bad looking yourself."

She slapped a few slices on the plate, along with some other local thing she couldn't pronounce. Looked like potato salad that'd been left in the sun too long.

Geonosians are so weird.​

She fixed Jim with a smile, hoping an adventure loomed just over the horizon.

He looks the type.​

"So what brings ya out to the Desert then Mr. Beard?"

Jim Pehico DK-03