We have a problem, I repeat, we got a problem!

[Zorr]

Above the planet known as Tattoine.

He sat in his ship, hovering over the planet Tattoine. He pulled back several levers when suddenly an alarm blared throughout the cockpit. A red light flashed on and off, causing Zorr to burst into panic. "THIS IS THE..." He was interrupted as static took over the communicator. "DO YOU FETHING COPY? THIS IS THE MERCHANT'S TRANSPORT, I REPEAT...THIS IS THE PILOT OF THE MERCHANT'S TRANSPORT! I'VE GOT A PROBLEM HERE!" He shouted, his ship suddenly plummeting towards Tattoine.

"DOES ANYONE C-COPY?" He shouted once more, quickly pulling back another lever, attempting to slow down the ship. "I'VE GOT A PROBLEM, MY ENGINES ARE OFFLINE!". His ship was approaching the planet and fast, he had to get his ship to at least slow down or he was going to be killed. "HELP M-ME! I'M APPROACHING TATTOINE, MY CORDINATES ARE-" His transmission was completely swallowed with static, now unable to ask for assistance. He pulled back another lever, cursing himself. His ship now had entered the planet's atmosphere, heading for the ground.

He then closed his eyes tightly, gripping the lever. He jerked it backwards, the ship somehow managing to reduce it's speed. That is when the ship connected with the ground, sending Zorr's head jerking forward, knocking him unconscious. When he awoke, he was hardly able to breath. He gasped for air, glancing down. He slowly picked up the communicator one last time. "T-t-t-this is The Merchant's T-Transport...there is a l-leak in my a-a-a-monia t-tubing...I need help!".

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[Makkik]

Makkik and Fred were already in the deserts of Tatooine, much to the luck of @Zorr. They'd only been about a mile away, chasing one of Makkik's droid projects that had... escaped... When they saw the ship pierce the atmosphere, Makkik insisted on investigating. So now they stood outside the crashed ship, Makkik frowning beneath his cowl. It was freshly crashed, and would make fantastic salvage... But if it was freshly crashed, there might still be living pilots inside. The small Jawa frowned, and jibbered something in Jawaese to Fred, who had started to go to the ship. <<"It might not be safe!">> Fred stopped suddenly, but nodded several times. <<"Oh! Right! Fred be careful!">> He then proceeded to lean against the ship, which caused the damaged ramp to pop open, and almost crush the Jawa. Fred dived to the side as Makkik raised a furry hand to his covered forehead. Why did he have to take Fred? Couldn't he have taken Merikk, or even Uncle Alkikk? Anyone's better then Fred! He shook his head, and slowly stepped towards the ramp, looking in to the shadows and darkness that lay beyond it. He jibbered again to Fred, <<"Stay here!">>, before marching up into the ship.

He was extremely suprised at what he saw.

An insectoid alien that he didn't reconize, not the right shape for a Verpine, no wings- so it couldn't be a Genosonian, lay squandering in the seat, appearing to be trapped in it with the damaged seat belt... It appeared to be awake, but he couldn't see Makkik yet. The Jawa stayed behind the alien, out of sight, until he noticed yellow gas leaking from the pipes that extended from his mouth. A breather mask! He couldn't breathe air! And if it was leaking... He'd die! The Jawa quickly ran forwards, gibbering in Jawaese which, of course, Zorr couldn't understand. Before the alien could react, the Jawa pulled a massive oversized roll of silver tape from his robe, and shook it in front of the alien's face, before he began to apply it to the breathing apparatus. Jawa tape could fix anything!

 

[Zorr]

He glanced over at [member="Makkik"], surprise on his face. "Fething....w-who the feth are you?" He asked, realizing what the Jawa was actually doing. He watched as he placed the tape over the tubes. Zorr could still barely speak and was hacking rather loudly as he felt a burning sensation in his chest. His vision finally began to clear as he took notice to his surroundings. He reached down, unlatching his seat belt, allowing it to hit the floor. "Y-you s-speak basic?" He asked, before returning to his hacking. He slowly reached into his trench coat, removing four credits. He dropped them on the floor, unable to keep them in his hand as the pain took over. "T-take 'em, you d-deserve-" He went silent, finally passing out. His head fell forward, being bashed off of the ship's black throttle. Now, he'd just lay there, not moving and barely breathing.

 

[Makkik]

... Okay then. That was unexpected. Makkik blinked his amber-shielded eyes for a few moments, glancing at the credits, then up to @Zorr. Err. Well... he'd better help him out. The Jawa grabbed the Gand's arm and pulled, to no avail due to his extremely small size. Hmm. After a moment, Makkik spun around, and gibbered in Jawaese for Fred to come in. A few moments later, the larger Jawa toddled in, and glanced at the Gand. <<"Big bug! Fred eat big bug?>> Makkik frowned, and shook his head rapidly. <<"No! No! We've got to take him back to the shop! He's hurt!">> Makkik gestured at the taped mask lines, and Fred finally understood. After a few moments of directing Fred what to do, and not to try and chew on the gand's exoskeleton, the two Jawas began to drag him out of the ship.

Mere minutes later, he was packed onto the small speederbike that the two Jawas rode out into the desert, and they were wel on their way back to Mos Eisly...

 

[Zorr]

He was dragged down the ramp by the Jawas, lucky enough to have his blaster rifle, thermal detonators, water, and his pocket-knife with him. If these items were lost on the ship, it'd be a LONG walk back to his ship. After being seated on the speeder, he was taken across the deserts with the Jawas, surprisingly not falling off of the small speeder. When they came to a halt, he was still passed out and needed assistance to get off of the speeder.

[member="Makkik"]

 

[Makkik]

The small speeder quickly sped around a rather large but low sandstone building, with a blinking colorful sign that read 'JAWAMART'. The speeder quickly pulled up behind the building, in a huge lot filled with everything from starship parts to half-completed droids, before parking. <<" Uncle Alkikk! Grandma Jalakikk! Come out here!">> The Jawa gibbered, quickly pulling the tall Gand off the speederbikem, onto the hot floor of packed sand. A few moments later two more brown-robed Jawas, one using a long walking stick and another carrying a blaster rifle, ran out. <<"What is it?! What is it?! Can we blast it?!">> The Jawa with the blaster gibbered in Jawaese, while Fred leaped off the speeder, quickly responding in the same language. <<"Fred found a bug! A bug!">> <<"No, no, not a bug! It's an alien! It's ship crashed, and iit was hurt-">> <<"So? Can't we blast it? It's probalby an alien invader! I say we blast it!">> The Jawa raised his balster, but was only responded to with the elderly Jawa with the walking stick bonking her son on the head. <<"Of course we ain't going to blast it! It could be a friend!" Makkik nodded several times, before poitning back to the Gand on the ground. <<"What do you think it is? not a Killik, or a Verpine!">> <<"An invader I tell you! We best shoot it quick!">> Jalakkik got in the way quickly, and began poking the Gand with her stick. <<"How about you all stop jabbering, and we wake it up and see?">>

 

[Zorr]

It slowly opened it's eyes, the pain still deep in it's chest. "W-what...who a-are you?" He asked, placing his hand over his chest as he begun coughing once more. "Fething family of fething Jawas that probably can't fething speak basic, great!" He thought to himself. When Zorr wasn't happy, he cursed and when people really angered him, it got brutal. "Can any of you speak proper basic?" He asked, attempting to calm himself down. He looked at the family of Jawas, scanning them all carefully. "I am Zorr Sonalor I come from the planet of Gand. I crashed here when my ship's systems went offline", He explained, hoping that the Jawas could at least partially understand what he was saying. He looked to [member="Makkik"], sighing loudly. "Can you speak basic?"

 

[Makkik]

The Jawa cleared his throat, and nodded several times, before speaking in extremely high-pitched and fast-paced basic. He sounded like Mickey Mouse on speed, but he spoke basic nontheless. "Gand? Gand? You'reaGand? What'saGand? LikeaKillik? LikeaVerpine?" After a moment, the Jawa stopped, glanced around as his family, and looked back to @Zorr. "Areyouokay? Okay,areyouokay? Bigcrash! Yourshipcrashed,outinthedesert! Areyoualright?" He pointed at the Gand's taped breathing apparatus. "Yourbreathingtubebroke! Ifixedit! FixeditwithJawatape!"

 

[Roth Tillian]

Roth screeched to a stop on his speeder, watching in surprise as a pair of Jawas trundled out of the crashed ship he'd sped over to investigate and loaded him into a speeder and then streaked off. Roth rotated the bike around and sped after them, hovering just out of sight until they stopped at a place called Jawamart. Roth stared at it in surprise, and then shrugged, and hurried after them, hovering a few meters away, watching in a rather amused manner.

 

[Zorr]

"Yeah, I know that there was a leak, but here is the fething problem..." He said. "My fething ship crashed here and I'm here on Tattoine. I was heading for Gand but that didn't happen", He said, slowly adjusting his face mask, returning his gaze back to the Jawa, [member="Makkik"]. "I ain't like no other species you've been suggesting. Sure, I may look like one of 'em but that doesn't matter", He said, slowly managing to pull himself to his feet. "Also, I appreciate your assistance, but I am not leaving until my ship is repaired. I already fething know that the engines are all fethed up and I assume you can't help me out?" He asked, barely able to comprehend what the Jawa was saying.

 

[Makkik]

Makkik blinked several times. Did he really just ask a troop of Jawas.... if they could help him... fix a ship...? Almost every Jawa Makkik had ever met, except Fred, knew how to do things like that. Just about everyone in the galaxy hold the stereotype to Jawas... and they live up to it. The other Jawas walked around [member="Zorr"], glancing at him from all angles, and wondering what a 'Gand' was. <<"Do we haaave to fix the Big Bug's ship? Fred wanna' eat him!">> Makkik quickly turned around, glancing at Fred. <<"No, he needs our help! Didn't you hear him? We've got to fix his ship!">> <<"It's a trap I tell ya'!">> Uncle Alkikk raised his blaster rifle to Zorr, and almost fired, before Grandma Jalakikk whacked him on the head with her stick again. <<"Stop trying to shoot everything you see!">> <<"Fred wants the bug!">> <We've got to shoot it, Ma', it could be dangerous!">> <<"It ain't dangerous, it's hurt ya' idiot!">> <<"It's probably just faking that!">> <<"Fred!">> Makkik sighed as his family began to bicker rapidly in Jawaese, before he turned over to Zorr, speaking in his fast paced high-pitched standard. "Wecanhelp! Wecanhelp! Wecanrepairyourship, bereadyinafewdays!"

 

[Zorr]

"A few fething days? No, no, no! Just-fine....try your best. What are they saying? Tell that fething Jawa to keep that blaster away from me". He turned to look at [member="Makkik"]'s family, shaking his head. "What are they saying?" He asked once more, looking across the group. He reached into his green cloak, removing a thermal detonator. "Tell 'em if he keeps pointing that thing at me, I'll blow him to pieces" He said, anger filling his tone. He kept his thumb rested on the activation command, ready to activate it at any moment.

 

[Makkik]

Makkik was about to respond to 'try your best', when Uncle Alkikk heard what he was saying, and saw the thermal detonator. <<"See! It's a trap! He's come here to expiriment on us!">> This time, when he fired his blaster towards [member="Zorr"], Jalakikk didn't stop him. Lucky for Zorr, even at piont blank range, Alakikk was a horrible shot. The blaster bolt flew a foot away from Zorr's head, and hit a piece of junk riksing high in a pile before him. <<"You idiot!">> Grandma Lakkikk once again whacked Alakikk in the head with her stick, causing him to drop the rifle. <<"You missed!">> Makki waved his arms around, gibbering in Jawaese at his family. <<"Stop! Stop! You're only going tomake him want to blow us up! If we fix his ship, he'll be out of here all the faster, okay?">> Makkik glared at Alakikk as he spoke, who in turn was glaring at Zorr. <<"Fine! Fine">> The annoyed Jawa turned around, and stomped off into the junk shop, quickly followed by Grandma Jalakikk. Fred, on the other hand, had been poking the Gand with a stick this entire time. <<"Where does shell end? Fred want food!">>

 

[Zorr]

He brought his hand down, prying the stick from the Jawa's hands. He threw the stick behind him, glaring angrily at Fred. He didn't seem to effected by the shot, as the old Jawa seemed to hold no threat to the Gand. "I must apologize.." He slid the detonator back into his cloak, letting out a long sigh. "What's the problem with him?" He asked, referring to the old Jawa. "Are all Jawas like this?" He asked, cracking his knuckles. "I got a bounty to pick up in three days, though. I appreciate your concern but that bounty is huge! Have you ever seen a pile of one hundred thousand credits?" He asked, looking off into the distance, watching the smoke from his ship rise up into the air.

[member="Makkik"]

 

[Makkik]

Fred only responded by turning around, suddenly shoving the stick into his mouth, and crawling back on all fours, making panting sounds in direction to @Zorr. "...Don'teverthrowsticksinfrontofFred..." The Jawa scratched the robes over the back of his neck, frowning at Fred, before looking up to Zorr. "DoallGandstrytoblowfriendlyJawasup? Butanywayyyyy....MerikkandUncleAllakikkwillgogetyourship! Webringithere,fixituprealgood! Okay,okay? Tellyouwhat! Yougetthebounty,yougiveussomeofit,that'sourpay! Good,good?"

 

[Zorr]

"Wait, wait, wait. You consider "friendly" meaning attempt to kill someone who is simply attempting to defend themselves from a blaster-wielding Jawa?" He asked, staring at Makkik. "Also, fine you can keep half of the fething profit". He sighed, sitting back down in the dirt. He looked to the shop that the old Jawas had entered, shaking his head. "Could you please tell this Jawa here, to feth off?", Anger filled his tone as he spoke slowly, still staring at Makkik. "My wrist-communicator is busted. The galaxy is a cold place and the people there are even colder. I sent out several requests for assistance and no one thougt to respond."

[member="Makkik"]

 

[Makkik]

Makkik shrugged, and glanced at Fred, speaking to him in Jawaese. <<"Guess what Fred? I heard ther'es a rubber ducky sale at Jomomomomo's bath emporium!">> Fred's eyes widened behind the protective amber, and he spun around, running at top speeds- still on all fours- out of the junk lot. After that, Makkik turned, and glanced at [member="Zorr"] "AtleastIcame,Huh? Oryouwoudl'vesuffocated!" Makkik smiled, and pointed at the Gand's Jawataped breathing tubes.

 

[Zorr]

"Yes, I appreciate your assistance..." He looked up to the Jawa, blinking for a moment. "So, I guess I'll be residing in my ship for the time being? Or at least what's left of my ship, that is". He removed a small pouch in his cloak, tossing it up to the Jawa. "There is exactly ninety-five credits in there, assuming that you use them here", He said, chuckling. "Are there any bars that hold Sabacc games? Anything that I have a chance to win credits on?" Still chuckling, rather loudly. "Anyway, us Gands require-I mean, most of us Gands require breathing respirators. Most of us are born with lungs and the others, they're not so unfortunate. I owe you a lot, maybe after I sort out this whole credits thing, I'll come back and help you out, hoping that I wont be shot".

[member="Makkik"]

 

[Makkik]

The Jawa smiled at the mention of Sabaac. "Oooh,yes! Gambling'sbiginMosEisly! Manycantinas,lotsandlots,haveSabaac! There'saCantinanotfarfromhere,CalledHutt'sPride,LotsofSabaac BigCantina!" Makkik smiled again, and nodded, before returning to the earlier subject. "But,err...Forlivinginyourship...Notsafe,notsafeatall. Iftheenginesareblown,fueltankswillbedamaged! Youdon'twanttoexplode,,doyou? Youstayhere!" Makkik gestured at the large sandstone junkshop behind him. <<"Youcanstayinthegustroom! Yep,yep,Theotherswon'tmind! Andwe'llfixupyourship real fast!"

[member="Zorr"]

 

[Zorr]

"May I see this "Guest room" now?" He asked, slowly standing up, once again. He adjusted the strap on his blaster rifle, looking over the large building. He looked over to [member="Makkik"], grinning. "Lead the way", He said, clearing his throat before hacking once more. He pushed his hand up against his chest, falling to his knees, continuing to hack. After about a minute, he pulled himself up, inhaling and exhaling heavily. "I apologize. Shall we head in?"