"Look, I don't speak good Bocce....talk in Basic," Jinx yelled at the
droid, who for whatever reason was refusing to speak Basic. It muttered
something in Bocce, which he only caught part of. "Damnit, speak Basic....I
know you can. Droids have like thousands of languages."
The droid rattled something off about only speaking Bocce.
Jinx sighed....this was why he didn't have a droid. Insufferable, each and every one of them. Speaking of insufferable, the heat on Tatooine just made life plain miserable. Why did he ever decide to come to dirtball in the first place?
"Fine..." he muttered. Jinx turned around and pointed to his rented transport, which bore some scratch marks on the hull. He searched his memory for the right words. "Zat x'ratch keezo bompaz ha sheep!"
The droid seemed taken back that he could speak Bocce. "I'm sorry, sir," the droid suddenly said in flawless Basic, "But that scratch wasn't here when my company rented you the ship on Rodia. You'll have to pay extra for it."
Jinx gave a tight-lipped smile and reached into his pocket, taking out the few remaining credits he had left. "I just had to come to Tatooine....couldn't have decided to go vacation on Calamari, or check out the beaches on Corellia....just had to check out the biggest waste of space in the galaxy.....". He looked sharply at the droid. "It's bloody hot here, ya know. My underwear is sticking to my-"
"I'm not programmed to feel heat, sir," it interrupted.
"Yeah, only to take people's money...." he muttered under his breath. Jinx bitterly gave the money to the droid, tossing in the few Bocce swear words he knew for good measure. "Well thanks, you pile of crap scrap, I'm pretty much broke now. You at least know of a place I can get some money so I can rent this ship again and get out of here?"
"Chalmun's Cantina is several blocks down that way, you might check there."
Jinx started walking down the street, but stopped when he saw a rock lying on the ground. He smiled mischieviously and glanced back at the droid standing near his rented ship. In one fluid motion, he reached down, hurled the rock at the droid, and ran away. He didn't stick around to see it hit the droid. He did, however, hear a nice satisfying thud a few seconds after throwing it. Violence might not solve problems, but if sure makes ya feel better.
As Jinx walked towards the Cantina, he passed two humans and their droids being interrogated inside a speeder.
"These aren't the droids you're looking for...." the old man said.
"....yes the are," the trooper said.
"No.....these aren't the droids you're looking for....."
"Yes, they are," the trooper said back.
"Are not."
"Are too."
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!! C'mon, let's get'em boys!" Suddenly all the troopers nearby jump in a huge dogpile inside the speeder, covering it's inhabitants in a sea of white armor. Jinx shook his head. Such stupid hicks here......why did he come here again? Then he spotted Chalmun's Cantina. It looked pretty crappy from the outside. Hopefully it's better inside. With that, he walked for the door.....
Jorgas was big, green and angry. Not many people had the gall to throw a rock at a Trandoshan, especially without reason. But that little human...that little pathetic runt had. Ohhhhh....he was going to love tearing his arms off and using his bones to pick the human out of his teeth after dinner. Jorgas turned the corner just in time to see the human enter Chalmun's Cantina.......Jorgas growled. The human was SO going to feel some pain....
The droid rattled something off about only speaking Bocce.
Jinx sighed....this was why he didn't have a droid. Insufferable, each and every one of them. Speaking of insufferable, the heat on Tatooine just made life plain miserable. Why did he ever decide to come to dirtball in the first place?
"Fine..." he muttered. Jinx turned around and pointed to his rented transport, which bore some scratch marks on the hull. He searched his memory for the right words. "Zat x'ratch keezo bompaz ha sheep!"
The droid seemed taken back that he could speak Bocce. "I'm sorry, sir," the droid suddenly said in flawless Basic, "But that scratch wasn't here when my company rented you the ship on Rodia. You'll have to pay extra for it."
Jinx gave a tight-lipped smile and reached into his pocket, taking out the few remaining credits he had left. "I just had to come to Tatooine....couldn't have decided to go vacation on Calamari, or check out the beaches on Corellia....just had to check out the biggest waste of space in the galaxy.....". He looked sharply at the droid. "It's bloody hot here, ya know. My underwear is sticking to my-"
"I'm not programmed to feel heat, sir," it interrupted.
"Yeah, only to take people's money...." he muttered under his breath. Jinx bitterly gave the money to the droid, tossing in the few Bocce swear words he knew for good measure. "Well thanks, you pile of crap scrap, I'm pretty much broke now. You at least know of a place I can get some money so I can rent this ship again and get out of here?"
"Chalmun's Cantina is several blocks down that way, you might check there."
Jinx started walking down the street, but stopped when he saw a rock lying on the ground. He smiled mischieviously and glanced back at the droid standing near his rented ship. In one fluid motion, he reached down, hurled the rock at the droid, and ran away. He didn't stick around to see it hit the droid. He did, however, hear a nice satisfying thud a few seconds after throwing it. Violence might not solve problems, but if sure makes ya feel better.
As Jinx walked towards the Cantina, he passed two humans and their droids being interrogated inside a speeder.
"These aren't the droids you're looking for...." the old man said.
"....yes the are," the trooper said.
"No.....these aren't the droids you're looking for....."
"Yes, they are," the trooper said back.
"Are not."
"Are too."
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!! C'mon, let's get'em boys!" Suddenly all the troopers nearby jump in a huge dogpile inside the speeder, covering it's inhabitants in a sea of white armor. Jinx shook his head. Such stupid hicks here......why did he come here again? Then he spotted Chalmun's Cantina. It looked pretty crappy from the outside. Hopefully it's better inside. With that, he walked for the door.....
Jorgas was big, green and angry. Not many people had the gall to throw a rock at a Trandoshan, especially without reason. But that little human...that little pathetic runt had. Ohhhhh....he was going to love tearing his arms off and using his bones to pick the human out of his teeth after dinner. Jorgas turned the corner just in time to see the human enter Chalmun's Cantina.......Jorgas growled. The human was SO going to feel some pain....