"Rey"
It's another arid day here on Tattoine. Sweat drips down the back of my neck as I begin to take out a power compressor from an ion for me I seem to be the first one who has found this room.
"We should make a pretty good haul off off this BB-8" a droid that's been my companion since childhood. He gave some excited Wooo's in response.
"Maybe even enough to pay off Hans tab at the cantina." I said chuckling to myself. I finally manage to pull it free and stowed it away in my bantha hide bag.
With my bag full I marked the location of the room on a map, and left deciding to come back and take the room apart some more on another day.
On my way back to my sand speeder. I thought about the fierce battle that must have taken place to crash this old imperial star destroyer here. It must have been back in the days of the war and the rise of the new republic I thought to myself,
I secured my loot and BB-8 to my speeder and headed back home to the scrap yard in Mos Eisley. Han told me once that Mos Eisley was a small town for criminals and pirates. However, since the war it has grown into a city of over a million. I had lived almost as long as I can remember within the walls of this city.
It has dense and narrow alleys filled with Criminals, gangs, and people desperate enough for credits to try and fight The New Republic With more people showing up from all over the system every day to join up with The First Order.
I pulled in through a crowded market on the East side of the city to avoid getting "Revised" by the troopers at the main gate and made my way home. The scrap yard was circular in shape with stone walls that have been turned brown from being beaten by the sand for so many years.
As I pulled into the archway on the north side to reach the entrance, the large metal gate automatically opened for me and I rode onwards towards the center. Passing by the piles of wrecked ships and parts that we have managed to salvage from wreckages that we found crashed in the sandy dunes of Tattoine. I quickly came into view of the Hangar and my brown dome shaped home.
As I pulled up I saw Chewie outside trying to repair one of the moisture collectors. "How did your hunt go?" He asked in wookie, as I got off my bike. I opened my bag to show him as a grin spread across my face. "A great haul Rey." We should be able to sell these quickly and finally replace some of these moisture collectors. "Where is Han?" I asked excited to show off my loot to him as well.
"Off trying to pick a fight at a First Order recruitment office?" He laughed a throaty wookie laugh. "He said he'd be playing pazaak down at the cantina, but who knows with him." I rolled my eyes, and smiled "You think he would be calming down at his age. I'm going going to go find him before he gambles off BB-8 too." "Whoooop!" he exclaimed worriedly." I'm only joking" I said laughing you know Han would never gamble you off. I said goodbye to Chewie, grabbed my staff off the speeder, and headed off on foot to the Cantina BB-8 rolling along behind me.
There was a lot of traffic on the main road so I decided to take the alleys to reach the cantina. As I walked on the dirt roads under the shady arches and tightly packed alleys, I felt like I could sense the danger ahead of me. I ignored it and continued on, quickly regretting it.
As I approached an intersection in the road. A blue twi'lek who I recognized to be Oonga, a known criminal who was the head of a swoop biker gang, stepped out from the left side of the pathway in front of me. He wore a heavy black riders jacket with the words "Rol Chee'ron" emblazoned across the back of it. A human I didn't recognize with a similar jacket on Stepped out from the right side. Two more men walked up from behind to block my escape.
"Out of my way Oonta. "I don't have time to knock you around again" "I noticed that you were carrying a pretty full load when you came into town today." He said ignoring my comment. "You really seem to have a special sense for finding the best scrap locations." He said smiling and leaning non chalantly against the wall beside him. I already dropped my loot off with Chewbacca. Let me know if you want to go try to muscle the parts off of him, I'd love to go and watch. I gibed sarcastically.
"I'm not trying to rob you Rey, The First Order has made it hard to run a swoop gang in the city. "They interfere in our normal... Business activities, and draw away both clients and members when they sign up to be stromtroopers." "So I'm looking to turn the focus of the Rol Chee'rons towards a new source of income. All I want from you is information.
"Just some help establishing our place as scavengers. You should join up with us Rey. I can pay you ten times as much as you'll ever make with that crazy old dru..."
"You shut your mouth you disgusting piece of slime!" I snarled at him. As if I would ever join up with a bunch of miserable little cretins like you, Go fall in a sarlac pit." He stood up straight and faced towards me. The fake smile and calm demeanor copmletely gone.
"I wasn't asking. It's what is best for you, and it's what is best for that drunken fool and disgusting animal you consider a family." He said placing his hand on a blaster holstered at his side at the same time he spoke.
"E chu ta" I said through gritted teeth as I activated the tasers on both ends of my staff and stabbed one end into his chest while he was still fumbling with his blaster. I swung around flourishing my staff overhead as I brought it down on one of the attackers behind me. Sparks exploded from the end as the taser connected with his face and he fell incapacitated to the floor.
I felt one of them knock my staff from my hands as they grabbed me from behind under each shoulder. The man in front of me pulled out a knife and quickly lunged. I threw all my weight backwards against the attacker holding me and received a small cut on the arm as the man with the knife lost his footing and fell forward onto his stomach. I threw my arms up and grabbed the man holding me by the back of the head and then threw my weight forward bending at the waist to throw him on the floor in front of me.
By then the man with the knife had stood up and charged. He tried to stab me missing as I dodged to the left grabbed the knife with one hand and hit him in the throat with the crook of my arm. Sending him crashing onto his back unconscious. I immediately sensed danger behind me and with the knife still in my hand I unconsciously reacted turning and throwing it right into the palm of Oonta knocking his blaster pistol from his hand.
He screamed in agony holding on to his wrist and falling to his knees. "Stay away from us." I warned as he stood up and gleered at me with a hate filled stare. "You will regret not accepting my offer!" He shouted turning and running, leaving his injured comrades behind him. I tore off a piece of my white tunic to bandage the cut on my arm and started off again towards the cantina.