The Being in the Claypot: An Unexpected Meeting

[Solemn]

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Tatooine. What a dangerous place. Home to countless particles of sand and dust, and habitat of many vicious beings, this place has always somehow fascinated Rune, one of the many Padawans of the Jedi Order, ever since he has once decided to visit the planet along with his previous Master, Kaila Saratzi. Under this cover of terrifying monsters, bloody savages and the past illegal reign of a disgustingly influential Hutt within its palace in the desert, Tatooine is a beautiful planet when it truly wants to be, especially during the night, where the stars of the Galaxy seem to all partake to a single spectacle, all at once.

Or, at least, that's how Rune thought of it.

But, despite its hidden beauty, the flaws outweighs the benefits and the Padawan was truly aware of that, for, on this planet, the common being was poor and the government, non-existant. Even today, he doubted that the conditions were any better than in the past. Of course, he had heard and read about the Legends of a past Empire, about how it basically ruled the planet with an iron, but discreet fist. He had also read about how smugglers of any kind would wander around the still-hospitable town and try to take a profit out of their visit by menacing everybody that has valuable goods.

This will be the main reason why, for today, he was going to wear his casual set of outfit and not his Padawan wears. Although he was not afraid to wear them, he had heard about the First Order, and it would not surprise him in the slightest if he ever happens to meet one of their soldiers on this planet.

Slowly setting his course towards the planet in space, sitting within the cockpit of his ship, the Moon Gazer, Rune would calmly stare at its beige color in the distance, then close his eyes, thinking about why he has come here in the first place. He had heard rumors about how his previous Master had apparently set her feet on this planet while she was on her investigation, and the Republic had personally asked him to see if he could try to find what she was searching for.

This was the main reason why he had left Coruscant so early. He was pretty eager to see what had brought Master Saratzi away from him. From what he had heard from the Jedi Order themselves, Saratzi was tasked to investigate a slave cartel and dismantle it on her own. There was surely more to this than meets the eye, however, for sure.

In any case, as Rune noticed that he was about to reach the planet's ground, the Padawan would then set his course on a colony of moisture farms that wasn't too far from the city of Mos Eisley, one of the least horrible port cities of the planet. As he would carefully land his ship away from the main buildings to not bother any of the farmers, he would set his YT-2400 Light Freight ship on the sand, then head outside, his lightsaber under his jacket and his blaster at his waist, just to make sure there weren't anyone that could potentially steal his most precious weapon around the area.

"There is indeed a lot of sand here."

He would joke to himself, then walk towards Mos Eisley, making sure that his ship was completely sealed so that no one would suddenly want to steal it out of the blue. The walk wasn't really to difficult, really, as the Padawan quite liked sand and never thought of it as an actual bad element of such an environment, as long as there weren't too many winds around the area.

As he finally reached Mos Eisley, the Padawan would then look around the area and nod to himself as he realized that maybe the task that he has been given will be slightly harder than he has expected. There were lots and lots of people here, and he doubted his social anxiety was going to help him very much in these parts of the Galaxy.

"Well...... Let's get to work."

[member="Paimon"]

 

[Paimon]

Paimon was wandering Mos Eisley on the night before, left to her curious desires the ur-spirit found a closed vendor of clay pots and of course her affinity for small objects had her nuzzle her body inside one specific pot which reminded her of herself, with the drawings on the side. Once inside Paimon let a sly smile touch her lips as her eyes fluttered off.

A few hours later she began to hear voices murmuring throughout the spaceport. Once she was awake she knew she had overslept. And she couldn't just leave the pot because it would show her form to the locals. She could always walk into the spirit realm but not from such a small location, it required her to be in her natural form anyways. So, for now she would just wait it out. Hoping that no one would look inside her little pot.

Which, of course was exactly what would happen. She was sitting at the bottom, her eyes and body resting the time away, until the magick creature felt a tremor and the pot rising. Some loud alien language spoken from a obviously poor man on the outside. Back and forth.

Mortals perplexed her with their bargaining. In her world if she wanted something she would just create it...then again she supposed humans couldn't do that. When the creature started to look inside the pot Paimon would try to scoot out without anyone noticing. She pushed her smoky figure up and quickly took the form of a human- though in the corner of her eye she noticed a human man, wearing leather clothes spot her transformation... oh, this wasn't good.

[member="Rune Talrik"]

 

[Solemn]

"[Aaaaah, any credits for a poor man living on the streets? Aaaaah, anything to push me away from the path that my greed has led me on ever since my birth? Aaaaah, anything, people? Anything?]"

The poor man that the strange metamorphic creature in the clay pot has heard from the bottom of her little container was sitting on the ground right beside the ship of the clay pot vendor, waving a bottle of alcohol around his face while he seemed to believe that anybody would ever stop to give him at least a single credit. The man was a dark blue-skinned Twi-lek who barely had anything to wear other than ruined farm clothes, which consisted of a simple white tunic and deep beige pants, and who also did not seemed to be able to speak the Galactic Basic Standard language, only able to use the Twi-leki tongue, common within the native community of the species. Even then, though, in a place as full of alien species as Mos Eisley, most people could understand him but, of course, the most of them were either too occupied within duties or simply too uninterested to even care about the beggar in the first place.

The man has unfortunately been here for a good amount of time during Paimon's sleep, trying to beg his way out of his misery. It was clear that he wasn't really from Mos Eisley, but from one of the moisture farms away from the port cities, in the desert, but it was doubtful that he has actually been born there. After a while of his unstoppable begging, the owner of the clay pot shop that was just beside the man, frustrated, would come out of its shop, mechanic hands clenched into fists. The owner was... actually a full-fledged droid.

And it clearly was not looking too happy. The robot, showing a clear metallic black paint job, was a Class Four Assassin model, which made it look sturdy and even humanoid-like, but it didn't seemed to act like how a normal Assassin Droid should. In fact, it seemed to.... react relatively like a normal individual.

"Okay, listen to me, you damn beggar!"

The droid would suddenly shout in common Galactic tongue, a quite strange female voice coming out of speakers that was placed right beside the plating of its head, then grab the Twi-Lek by the colt of his tunic, the beggar's eyes widening while he dropped his bottle on the sandy ground, starting to panic.

"[Ah, no, no, please, don't hurt me, don't hurt me! I'm just a beggar, please!]"

"Well then, GO BEG SOMEWHERE ELSE!"

The droid would then push the beggar on the ground, letting the Twi'lek run away in pure fear for his life before shaking his head, huffing.

"Stupid beggars. Why even bother coming to this f-f-f-f-for..... Ah, for fark's sake, my vocal systems a-a-a-areeeeee m-m-malfunctioning again. Ugh, stu-stupid beggars! Must had damaged them someh-h-h-h-how."

Meanwhile, in the distance, Rune had been eyeing the whole scene with a hand to his chin. Although he had been worried by the beggar and was clearly relieved when the droid had let go of him, he was fascinated by this droid's whole personality. What violence! It was clear that the robot was modified in some way or another to act so aggressively defensive towards its shop. Maybe.... Maybe this could lead him to-

Wait a minute.

"Hm?"

He would then notice that somebody, a female-looking individual with blue skin and large pointy ears, had suddenly appeared at the scene whereas, just about three seconds ago, she wasn't there just beforehand. Surprisingly, the droid had not noticed her at all and, for now, thought of her as a mere passerby. Not only that, but the Jedi had also not truly felt that her presence was there; it was like the Force had been completely oblivious of this individual just like he has been. But, now that she was out, the Force seemed centered around her being, seeming to be itself confused about her very existence.

"Strange..."

He would title his head in curiosity, then bit his lip, although not enough to make it so that the action was noticeable. Should he talk to her? Maybe he shouldn't. She seemed a little dangerous, seeing as he never really seemed to have heard of such a strange-looking species in the past. But.... But the Force..... How the Force reacted her body was truly mystifying.

He needed to know.

Taking his courage at hand and putting a sudden stop to his anxiety for a mere moment, Rune would head forward towards the blue-skinned being, calling, though as politely as possible.

"Uh, excuse me, madam?"

[member="Paimon"]