Private The Old Switcheroo

[A'Runda]

Location: Ryloth, Lessu
Tag: Jim Pehico

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A’Runda was never a very good pilot, or very cool with any kind of complicated tech. Generally the most advanced thing he kept with him was his lightsaber, and he had the benefit of The Force helping him to make it. He mostly used various automated systems and his Jawa CoPilot. Who was more so just the pilot, A’Runda just told him where they needed to go. His light freighter needed some work, but he just wanted it to be able to get him back to RTL space where he’d get some more comprehensive maintenance.

Stepping outside A’Runda would find whoever was running the place and let them know what he needed. His Jawa friend chose instead to stay back with the ship and keep his Dewback steed company. The oversized lizard pretty much had the cargo space in back for themselves. Almost treated like a barn/stable to house them on trips. A’Runda was pointed in the direction where he needed to go. Soon enough, finding the person in charge of the spaceport. A twi’lek who was sitting back behind their desk closely watching something from their datapad. “Hey, I just arrived in Hangar 5, got a G9 Rigger-class, just want some basic stuff like refueling and a brief checkup.” A’Runda explained.

“Yeah yeah yeah, G9 Rigger in Hangar 5 got it. Already taken care of.” They dismissively replied to A’Runda, not even looking up from their device. The tusken got the idea that they might have been watching a game of huttball. He wasn’t sure why they said it was already taken care of. Maybe it was just a way to say something like “don’t worry about it” or “it’s as good as done”?

A’Runda shrugged and stepped away to head into the city proper to pass the time and see if there was anything of interest for him. Figuring that if there were problems that his Jawa friend could take care of it or at least notify him.

 

[Jim Pehico]

Jim had been on Lessu for days at this point. The spaceport’s management he had entrusted his ship with is one of the worst he has ever dealt with, inattentive lazy and outright rude. As he made his way back towards the space port he prayed that his ship was finally ready.

In the Spaceport, Jim walked up to the Twi’lek at the desk. His eyes were fixated on his data pad.

Jim cleared his throat hoping to get their attention. But their eyes remained glued to the screen. Jim cleared his throat with even more exaggeration and yet the Twi’leks eyes did not falter away from the screen. It was like he was in a trance. Increasingly annoyed Jim sighed and turned around wondering at what lengths it would take for this man to look up without Jim having to say anything.

Jim, never the one for thinking before acting, turned around drew his gun and pointed it at the man without saying a word knowing that the man should be able to see him in his peripherals and yet the man continue to stare at the screen unfazed. Just then a Twi’lek woman came in and looked shock at the sight of Jim holding the gun towards the the manager. Jim looked back embarrassed and put the gun away into his holster.

“Don’t worry I wasn’t actually going to do it. I was testing something.” Jim said sheepishly.

Her face changed from Shock to Confusion to Horror and she sprinted out of the spaceport not wanting to be near this seemingly insane man.
Jim sighed defeatedly.

“Hi. Here to pick up a G9 rigger-class.” Jim had stopped at the port due to his landing gear malfunctioning. He didn’t want to scratch up the bottom of his ship more than he had to. He had put in an emergency work order in with the Spaceport and it still took them 5 days. Luckily for Jim, Twi’lek women are some of the most beautiful in the galaxy so he didn’t mind taking a short vacation.

The manager doesn’t even bother looking up and said “Hangar 5.”

This was strange as Jim had originally landed in Hangar 8. But Jim reasoned maybe the mechanic took it from hangar to hangar to check how the new and improved landing gear had been working. It made enough sense to Jim that he didn’t think another second about it.

He walked towards the hangar thinking something was a little off but as soon as he saw the ship his worries eased.

He took a glance at the landing gears and was impressed with the work. He got on the ship and knew the mechanic would’ve given the activation cylinder to his Astromech droid, R2-3Z, he lowered the ramp on the ship and got on.

As soon as he got on he realized that someone had done some redecorating some of his stuff was missing and replaced with other stuff he wasn’t familiar with. Jim drew his blaster and yelled.

“Threasy? You there?” his eyes were constantly scanning for threats when he heard the light steps of a small humanoid. A Jawa popped out from around the corner. And began to ask questions in Jawaese.

Jim put away his gun and walked up to him. Jim wasn’t fluent in Jawa but the Jawa seemed to be saying the ship was his or his friends.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell it to the next sucker.” Jim said as he approached the assumed scam artist. He grabbed the Jawa by the cloak with his right hand gripping the cloth between his shoulders and the other one holding the lower end of its cloak.

Jim carried the Jawa as it pleaded to listen to him and he tossed the Jawa down the ramp and it rolled down to the dirt. Jim assumed that his droid was charging as that was the only way the Threasy would’ve let something like this happen. In the confusion the Jawa left the activation cylinder and with that, Jim took off.

@A’Runda

 

[A'Runda]

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It seemed as though things didn’t take long before there was an issue. What was peculiar however was that A’Runda’s Jawa friend had caught up to tell him in person and not reach out to him via comms. The small hooded figure ran up after A’Runda yelling wildly and making a scene. Going on about how some random dude with a cheesy mustache just strolled into their ship and stole it.

Instantly the Tusken’s mind went back to the person running the place. It wasn’t hard to imagine that they didn’t safeguard his ship. “Okay okay, well are you alright? And what about Darwin?” He asked, before Jawa replied. Letting him know that their dewback companion was still likely on the ship. His eyes widened before running past the Jawa back to the spaceport. “Come on! We gotta get it back!”

Meanwhile…

Sleeping in their crate, which was just a large, boxy cargo container that had been modified to give Darwin a spot for themselves. However, they were woken up by the sudden sounds of the Jawa being forcefully evicted from the ship as well as an unfamiliar voice. Picking himself up some and stretching the sleepy oversized lizard began to wake himself up some.

When they finally stepped out of their crate and looked around, nobody seemed to be in the small cargo bay anymore and the door was closed. Not seeing what had caused all the ruckus moments ago. Feeling rather hungry after sleeping, Darwin let out a bit of a howl to let it be known he was awake now. Darwin then stepped over to one of the other familiar containers and scratched at it with one of his clawed feet. Grabbing the top with his teeth he opened the container which was full of hay where he began to chow down.

Jim Pehico