The Jawa Bounty Hunter

Chapter 1, The Retreat

It's Tatooine, in a small village two miles away from Mos Eisley 4 years and 42 Tatooine days before the war. I was a preteen Jawa feeding my ronto, named Ron, until I noticed something coming from the desert wasteland.

"Well Ron, it looks like we have visitors."

Riding on Ron, I check who the mysterious creatures were. Then, I saw the truth. The creatures were a lot of sandpeople. I returned to my town to warn everyone in my village surrounded by a wall.

"We have no choice, we need to retreat to Mos Eisley."

"I understand that we need to retreat, but to Mos Eisley?! Nole, are you crazy?"

"Dude, I know what I'm doing. I even have a surprise for them."

As we retreated to Mos Eisley with our rontos Ron and Toto, we witnessed the sand people falling for my trap. A loose piece of ground near the gate of the village with something worse than a pit of sarlaccs at the bottom.

"This place looks abandoned. Everyone, scout the area."

"Yes Senor Onkoink"

The crash was loud but was nothing compared to the enraged sandpeople.

"My god, what is that disgusting odor?"

"I know what we're in, RONTO CRAP!!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The victory was short lived however since the sandpeople followed our tracks (and our Ronto's smell). Our village of 40 jawas finally found Mos Eisley, however, there was no place where we could live.

"Now what genius?"

I noticed that aLambda-class T-4a shuttle was landing in Docking bay 94.

"Do we have a shotgun?"

"Yeah."

I went towards the shuttle with the gun.

"Nole, the genius. Yeah right."

I went to the shuttle with the gun.

"GET OUT OF THE FING SHIP BITCH!!! GET OUT OF THE FING SHIP!! GET OUT OF THE MF SHIP BITCH!!!"

My villagers went to the ship.

"Nole, not everyone can fit in here, it can only fit half of our village."

"Fine, I'll get another."

I found another shuttle landing in the docking bay.

"Get out of the fing ship bitch!!! Get out of the fing ship… blah blah blah."

With the shuttles, we retreated to the rebel base in Hoth, where we will never be bothered again, or so we thought.