A/N: Here I present a few bite-sized pieces of the story that took place between the first two sessions, as an interlude before Episode II starts. Enjoy.
Around three weeks later, the Kamino Storm had landed on the planet Vontor to stock up on provisions. The site of ancient battles, Vontor was home to a flourishing Weequay population—currently including one particularly infamous pirate.
Riashan, knowing he was a friend of the Jedi, approached this Weequay, displaced by the war as had been so many.
"Hondo Ohnaka?" wondered the Jedi associate, as she wandered up to the pirate's open-air stall.
"Depends who's asking!" the cheerful being answered.
Riashan placed her hand on her hip, just above her lightsaber.
"Ahh," The wizened pirate said. "A friend. One does not see many of your kind these days. A real tragedy that so many could just die like that.
"But enough of that! What can I do for you this lovely day?"
"I'm looking to buy a droid," was Riashan's measured reply.
"Let me see… I have a Republic R3 unit in stock, or a more civilian R6." Hondo studied Riashan's face for a few long moments.
"I take it the R3 is equipped for military use?"
"You guess right, my friend. 12,000 credits."
"Sold," agreed Riashan, shaking the Weequay's hand. "What's its name?"
"Its full number is R3-D6," Hondo explained. "You know those clones, eh? They give themselves names, but keep droids numbered. Everybody has to be better than somebody. You know, my mother always told me—"
Riashan was in no mood for anecdotes. She took the credits in her hand and held them out to Hondo. "12,000, just like you asked."
Hondo took the cash and rolled it around in his hands. "I love the sound of money." He took a deep breath with his fist held to his face. "The smell, too. Everything about it is just so—"
Riashan was getting impatient. "My droid, please?"
"Oh, yes, yes." Hondo snatched a small control from his belt, tapped a button, and handed it to Riashan. "Pleasure doing business with you."
"Thank you," said Riashan, accepting the control. "Have a good day." She turned and hurried off to the Storm, followed as closely as possible by R3.
"And the same to you!" Hondo called.
As soon as Riashan got back into the Storm, she took R3 into her quarters and shut the door to remove the droid's restraining bolt. The bolt popped right off when she pried it, and R3-D6 came to life.
"...don't know what's coming to you," it beeped. "I swear, if you put that piece of shit on me, I'll—
"Who the hell are you?"
Riashan chortled slightly upon hearing what R3 had to say. "I'm your new owner."
"Good to know somebody got me out of that mess with those motherfucking pirates. But seriously, who the kraff are you?"
"I used to work for the Jedi," Riashan answered.
"Nope. I'm out. Have a good life, asshole."
Riashan slammed and pinned the small droid to the ground with little effort. "Look here, little buddy. If you try to leave again, I will put that restraining bolt right back on you. Do we have an understanding?"
"Geez, okay, okay. I'm staying already. No need to get bitchy with me." The droid got itself upright. "I'll put up with you if you don't do too much to get on my bad side. But I have to warn you, one step over a line, and I will put this electroshock prod where the sun don't shine. That goes for your friends, too." It poked the weapon out of its domed head threateningly.
Riashan grinned. "You really are the right droid for me. And you won't have to worry about my friends. I'll make sure of that."
"Good. Maybe we can be friends after all. Just let me blow some shit to hell, and I'll be good."
Riashan laughed aloud. "We really are going to get along."
"Sweet. Who can I blow up first?"
"That's not—"
R3 was already outside in the hall.
"Get back here, you stupid little trigger-happy bastard!"