Lotho Minorian
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[This is a restart of my previous thread The Junker on tatooine. Anyone can join once again]
The dust blew over the sandy dunes of Tatooine, not too far from a city stood a lonely shack made from scrap metal and stone. The winds blew sands all across it making a soft scraping sound. Standing alert next to the shack was a hunched creature wrapped in rags and metal. It's name was Dip. A foreigner to most Dip made his decision to build outside of town to keep the staring eyes of strangers from him. Some mistook him for a Jawa while others thought him to be a deformed being. He rarely sought out their attention unless he needed to get some food.
Dip began to pace around the perimeter of his property to check on his traps. He was trying his hardest to keep hostile creatures away from his humble abode and the traps he set usually did the trick. The traps were a series of old blasters arranged set to stun trespassers when they were triggered. Dips search yielded no results today which made him breath a sigh of relief.
Dip went inside the shack and took count of his possessions. Everything was accounted for so no sneaky clever creature made it past his traps. HE sat down and lifted his mask and set aside his rifle before he pulled out a box from beneath his workbench. He opened the box to reveal his stash of credits he had earned from miscellaneous labours. His progress was slow going but he was surviving and saving. He took a handful from his box and stuffed them into his ragged robes before closing the box and hiding it again. Taking up his rifle again and lowering the mask Dip decided to head to the city. Dip stepped out of his shack and hopped onto his small one person speeder, starting it up and heading off.
Dip soon arrived at the city and stopped over to the cantina. He hopped off of the speeder, kicking up dust beneath his mechanical feet and stepped into the cantina, hoping for another shot at finding his ride off of the planet.
The dust blew over the sandy dunes of Tatooine, not too far from a city stood a lonely shack made from scrap metal and stone. The winds blew sands all across it making a soft scraping sound. Standing alert next to the shack was a hunched creature wrapped in rags and metal. It's name was Dip. A foreigner to most Dip made his decision to build outside of town to keep the staring eyes of strangers from him. Some mistook him for a Jawa while others thought him to be a deformed being. He rarely sought out their attention unless he needed to get some food.
Dip began to pace around the perimeter of his property to check on his traps. He was trying his hardest to keep hostile creatures away from his humble abode and the traps he set usually did the trick. The traps were a series of old blasters arranged set to stun trespassers when they were triggered. Dips search yielded no results today which made him breath a sigh of relief.
Dip went inside the shack and took count of his possessions. Everything was accounted for so no sneaky clever creature made it past his traps. HE sat down and lifted his mask and set aside his rifle before he pulled out a box from beneath his workbench. He opened the box to reveal his stash of credits he had earned from miscellaneous labours. His progress was slow going but he was surviving and saving. He took a handful from his box and stuffed them into his ragged robes before closing the box and hiding it again. Taking up his rifle again and lowering the mask Dip decided to head to the city. Dip stepped out of his shack and hopped onto his small one person speeder, starting it up and heading off.
Dip soon arrived at the city and stopped over to the cantina. He hopped off of the speeder, kicking up dust beneath his mechanical feet and stepped into the cantina, hoping for another shot at finding his ride off of the planet.