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If Roo had eyes to roll they would be halfway to the next city by now. The droid had been anticipating some difficulty trying to enter Jedha's Holy City, but had underestimated how much the ordeal would try even his mechanistic patience. Finding transport, a week long trip in a cargo hold, a trek on foot across the desert, and now... this guy.
"I told you before'n I'll tell you again: I ain't lettin' no demented droid what thinks it's a person into the city." Drawled the Guardian, a human who dressed like a gunslinger from an old holovid and seemed to have learned to talk from one too. His colleague, a weequay, was the most humorless individual that Roo had ever met. That included other droids.
"Just put a restraining bolt on him and sell him at the market," the weequay said, "a droid shouldn't be left on its own."
Roo heard this threat almost daily. He had taken precautions. As one would-be kidnapper had discovered, the thick clothing he wore made attaching a restraining bolt against his will effectively impossible. Still, he would rather avoid the possibility altogether.
Though he'd initially considered simply trying one of the other gates, Roo had discovered that there weren't other gates he could use. Citing 'security concerns', entrance into the city had been restricted to the most easily fortified gate. And Roo was holding up traffic.
"Noble Guardians," said Roo, "I understand your concerns. You guard a sacred place and war threatens it. But I am not a part of that threat. I knew and traveled with a Jedi for a decade, and as I explained before, I am a pilgrim. Whatever your personal prejudices are, you must be able to respect my spiritual goals."
"Oh shut up and get out of the way, you bucket of bolts!" Said a traveler from the throng behind Roo. A chorus of voices echoed their agreement.
Another voice shouted, "At least it smells better than you!" This drew laughter from most, but not the weequay of course.
As the crowd became restless, Roo began to chant quietly to himself. "In the Force I find shelter. Though the storm rages around me. I shall not break. In the Force I find shelter..."
The gunslinger shot his colleague a sideways glance, squinting against the sun. "Maybe he's a Sith droid."
"Maybe." Said the weequay.
If Roo weren't a droid, he probably would have starting swearing at this point.
"I told you before'n I'll tell you again: I ain't lettin' no demented droid what thinks it's a person into the city." Drawled the Guardian, a human who dressed like a gunslinger from an old holovid and seemed to have learned to talk from one too. His colleague, a weequay, was the most humorless individual that Roo had ever met. That included other droids.
"Just put a restraining bolt on him and sell him at the market," the weequay said, "a droid shouldn't be left on its own."
Roo heard this threat almost daily. He had taken precautions. As one would-be kidnapper had discovered, the thick clothing he wore made attaching a restraining bolt against his will effectively impossible. Still, he would rather avoid the possibility altogether.
Though he'd initially considered simply trying one of the other gates, Roo had discovered that there weren't other gates he could use. Citing 'security concerns', entrance into the city had been restricted to the most easily fortified gate. And Roo was holding up traffic.
"Noble Guardians," said Roo, "I understand your concerns. You guard a sacred place and war threatens it. But I am not a part of that threat. I knew and traveled with a Jedi for a decade, and as I explained before, I am a pilgrim. Whatever your personal prejudices are, you must be able to respect my spiritual goals."
"Oh shut up and get out of the way, you bucket of bolts!" Said a traveler from the throng behind Roo. A chorus of voices echoed their agreement.
Another voice shouted, "At least it smells better than you!" This drew laughter from most, but not the weequay of course.
As the crowd became restless, Roo began to chant quietly to himself. "In the Force I find shelter. Though the storm rages around me. I shall not break. In the Force I find shelter..."
The gunslinger shot his colleague a sideways glance, squinting against the sun. "Maybe he's a Sith droid."
"Maybe." Said the weequay.
If Roo weren't a droid, he probably would have starting swearing at this point.