Epicjester
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"I haaaaaaate this place so much." A childish voice whined as a young Sith Acolyte wandered down a crowded Mos Eisley street. Body hunched over as the unrelenting sun of the desert world beat down on his back. Sapping his strength with each step he took. At this current point in time. He hated his standing in the hierarchy of the Sith. Not at all enjoying the fact that he had been reduced to a simple courier. The only positive note to this situation was that he left his heavy robes behind him and was wearing simple civilian clothing. A light shirt and brown pants, his bag slung over his back with a few precious possessions inside.
Apparently the package was too important for a standard delivery. But at the same time not important enough to merit a heavier guard. Thankfully for the Sith. They always haddisposable minions hopeful students on hand at all times to perform any mundane tasks they felt was below their concerns.
Luckily for Rhem. The delivery went off without any major problems. His current situation was because of a foolhardy mistake on his own part. He left his creditstick back on the shuttle that would not be arriving to pick him up for quite a few hours.
He was hot, tired and hungry. Not a good combination when you where stuck in unfamiliar territory. And Rhem had finally his his limit. Collapsing in the middle of the street, face down in the sand, he called out. "That's it. I give up." He mumbled into the ground. Receiving odd looks from the others present, yet none seemed to want to lend him a hand. "Jub Jub." He called out, as his faithful pet poked his head out of his master's bag to investigate the sudden shift in position. "When I die. You have permission to eat my body. Dont let any of them damn Jawas get at me. The little thieves will sell my organs in seconds." Nodding solemnly, the Gizka crawled out of Rhem's bag, sitting in front of his master. Waiting for his eventual death.
That is of course, if no one interfered.
Apparently the package was too important for a standard delivery. But at the same time not important enough to merit a heavier guard. Thankfully for the Sith. They always had
Luckily for Rhem. The delivery went off without any major problems. His current situation was because of a foolhardy mistake on his own part. He left his creditstick back on the shuttle that would not be arriving to pick him up for quite a few hours.
He was hot, tired and hungry. Not a good combination when you where stuck in unfamiliar territory. And Rhem had finally his his limit. Collapsing in the middle of the street, face down in the sand, he called out. "That's it. I give up." He mumbled into the ground. Receiving odd looks from the others present, yet none seemed to want to lend him a hand. "Jub Jub." He called out, as his faithful pet poked his head out of his master's bag to investigate the sudden shift in position. "When I die. You have permission to eat my body. Dont let any of them damn Jawas get at me. The little thieves will sell my organs in seconds." Nodding solemnly, the Gizka crawled out of Rhem's bag, sitting in front of his master. Waiting for his eventual death.
That is of course, if no one interfered.