Metal & Chitin (Closed)

[33-5H4]

Mygeeto.

Once a war-ravaged Separatist stronghold, the Outer Rim planet had all but vanished into antiquity by the time of the Empire; Sparse colonies dotted the planet and scarce factories still ran, processing the abundance of crystals that covered the surface. The native Lurmen and the host of other denizens that dwelled on the planet carved a modest living for themselves either working in the factories, the mines, or at the minute spaceport entertaining the odd traveler - in this case, a slender Verpine clad in beige robes who spoke with an accent that confused them. After the local protocol droid stepped in to aid with the conversation, the lurmen chattily skittered off behind a counter as the Verpine sat down at the nearest booth - the cheap leather squeaking as the bug’s weight exerted itself upon it. Following several minutes of muffled conversation, one of the lurmen emerged from behind the counter holding several cases of cheap Mygeetan liquor, plopping the drinks down at the table before vanishing once more. As the Verpine sat there observing the alcohol, eyeing the odd coloration of the brew, the door swung open. In from the cold stepped an odd droid, clad in gray-blue winter gear and holding a small rectangular box in it’s hand. The droid stood in the threshold for several moments before slowly stepping inside and allowing the door to shut, forcing the freezing breeze back outside. Ignoring both the protocol droid and the lurman that approached it, the droid approached the Verpine and stopped at the head of the table, looking down at him. “You are a tough bug to find, Buggie.” it began. “My commander wishes for you to have this.” The droid spoke as it placed the small box down upon the table. “He hopes it reaches you in good faith and that you will appreciate his charity.” The box itself was made of a finely crafted wood, with a crimson finish and a golden-hued metallic clamp keeping the box shut. Upon opening the case, Buggie would find two things - his lost lightsaber, resting upon a Nabooan silk cushion and a small note that read ‘Remember this. -Eesha’. After presenting the gift to Buggie, the droid simply remained at the table as if it was awaiting a response from the renowned criminal.

[Master Buggie]

"We don't serve your kind here!" the Lurmen screeched, whapping the battle droid with a broomstick as it ushered the droid out the door.

Buggie had hardly had time to appreciate the familiar feel of his lightsaber back in the palm of his three-fingered hand before the droid was thrown back out into the cold. He immediately slipped the lightsaber back into his tunic, grabbed the box and the note, and hurried after the droid. Out in the cold himself, Buggie looked to either side of him, but the droid had vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.

Blowing out a disappointed breath, Buggie murmured, "Could've really used a hand hauling those cases of ale..."