1200 meters outside of Mos Eisely
Rorlo, armed with a vibro-net, raced up a hill on his busted swoop as he chased a baby jundland eopi. The eopi stopped in mid run and Rorlo passed right over it without even noticing. Rorlo continued to speed up the hill as fire and smoke emanated from his speeder. The eopi stood and watched as the big smokey monster with the net passed over the hill and out of sight. It turned, and ran back to it's lair. Rorlo was now getting agitated, he thought he still had the eopi in his sights but he wasn't sure. The dust cleared a bit as he rocketed down a hill and there was no sign of the beast. Rorlo threw his hands up in the air, closed his eyes and roared loudly in frustration. His speeder continued down the hill as he roared and yelled angrily, unfortunately for Rorlo he didn't see the house directly in his path until the last second. His eyes grew big right before he smashed into the side.
Rorlo lay on the ground surrounded by speeder bike pieces and other debris. Various cuts and bruises littered his face. He slowly sat up and tried to get his bearings. He heard a scuffle behind him and looked. He saw all too familiar white boots, lots of them.
"Are you OK?" clicked one the troopers designated TK-890. He was clothed as the squad leader. TK-890 reached out his hand to help Rorlo up.
Rorlo hesitated to grab the hand of the representation of what he hated so much, but he needed the help up. He stood and brushed the dirt from his body then noticed a huge gash in his leg. Blood was dripping down his leg and it made him stand off balance.
"Hold on, G-655 hold him up. Medic!" TK-890 yelled in to the sea of white and a medic trooper came forward and knelt down. "What were you doing out here?"
"I was trying to help one of the local farmers catch some baby eopi so he could train and sell them. Looks like I won't get paid today though."
"That's too bad. Well here take this. Hopefully it'll compensate you for your problems today." 890 clicked and handed Rorlo five thousand credits. "Use it to try and get back into the game.. hm?"
Rorlo stood with his hand outstretched, filled with credits, in disbelief. "Uhm.." Rorlo stammered, "Thanks..." he put the credits into his pack. The medic finished healing Rorlo and the gash was gone, he vanished back into the group of troopers. Confusion set in as Rorlo stood there staring at 890.
"You're ok now, go head back to Mos Eisely and find a job or perhaps get some rest in a med clinic." 890 patted Rorlo's shoulder. He turned to look at his troops. "Gentlemen, let's head out!" The troopers turned and marched off leaving Rorlo staring into the horizon.
Pogpak's Farm
Rorlo drug his feet over the hill of Pogpak's Farm. Pogpak stood up in his field and saw the shadowy figure in the horizon. He got excited and flew over to Rorlo as quickly as a Tortarian could.
"So, so? Where's the eopi Rorlo? Did you get a lot?" Pogpak said hurriedly.
Rorlo stopped walking and slowly looked up at Pogpak. "Hmm?" he muttered.
"Eopi! You're telling me you don't have any? Stupid human!" Pogpak yelled then threw a mini-shovel at Rorlo's head making Rorlo pass out and fall into a pile of manure. "Ha ha! Exactly where you belong!" Pogpak chuckled and flew away slowly.
Rorlo's consciousness faded slowly into a dream...