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[Timey]

OOC: Don't worry I will! I've translated him before when my friends and I were spazzing out on Mini Roleplays before. You needn't worry!

[Timey]

(OOC: So I guess I'll give Slip a little introduction right now.)

The little trading post was pretty low class considering Courscant's standards.

The "buisness" was smaller than anything else located on the bustling city planet. The inside was even worse than the outside. Malfunctioning and functioning droids alike rolled and walked about the store freely, some shocking each other and arguing in their own little languages. The shopkeepers busily rounded up droids who were halfway out the door, trying to escape the dreadful shop.

Slip couldn't help find himself cheering them on.

A cleaning droid had nearly escaped to freedom when a shop keeper noticed his little adventure and brought him back in. The blue and white Astromech with the slipped central disk chirped sadly at this friend who had nearly made it out.

'Try it again in a few minutes. Maybe I'll join in this time?' Slip beeped hopefully.

The Cleaner droid whistled back. 'I give up. It's no use wasting our energy. We're stuck here as much as we hate to realize it. I'm powering down for now, it's not like anybody is going to come in here looking for a new droid anytime soon.' With that he fell still in the corner opposite from Slip.

Slip turned his dome away from the cleaner and looked towards the empty threshold. He began dreading that the Cleaner had been right. What if they were stuck here forever?

No. He refused to think that way. There had to be someone out there looking for a Astromech. A pilot? Anyone? Heck he'd take a smuggler if it mean getting as far away from here as possible. Slip gave a determined beep, released his third leg, rolled to the front of the store, and paraded himself in front of the entryway, basically advertising himself, or atleast making an attempt at it. He ignored the shopkeeper's raspy laughter from the desk behind him, focused on his goal to get out of this pathetic excuse for a store, and into the ownership of a new master.

[haitus]

{Pffft this will be awesome. Yea, my Pilot's a big goofball. I'm sure Jedi can tell you all about his 'unofficial' title. X3 }

Cossan raised an eyebrow. "Alright, but I can't afford very much. We'll have to go to the underworld. Even if the ship is messed up, I could always make some... modifications." He grinned and followed Jedi through the halls, then eventually outside the temple. "Do you have any speeders?"

[LOCW_Bluestarwarrior]

OOC: Yes, he Cossan, the stupid, kriffing, vegetarian pilot! XD That cracks me up, I can't help it. Jedi's kinda funny, too especially because he's Jedi the Jedi. This and this are a few example of Jedi. He fights and walks on his hind legs, but runs on all 4.

Jedi said. "Okay. If you really need any help, I'm able to fix and.... modify most of the ships I'm around." Jedi stood up. "And you'll also need a new droid."

[haitus]

Cossan shook his head. "I'll do the modifications, and a new droid? I never needed a droid before, why would I need one now?"

[Timey]

OOC: -Jedi Mind Trick- You need a new droid. XDDDD

[Timey]

Hey just in case more than one character is allowed per person, I'm adding one more character.

Name: Kiandra Altair
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Occupation: Jedi
Lightsaber Color: Blue....Blue is awesome.
Homeworld: Tatooine

Appearence: (Sorry, no references because I suck at art.)

Light, light blonde hair. Baby blue eyes. Skinny. Very tall.

Wears a skin tight Brown Tank-Top That stops just above her midsection. Matching colored Brown slacks, and boots. Usually has a robe on, sometimes doesn't.

Personality: Once in a blue moon, Kiandra can be a little to bold for her own good. She's a born leader when she gets a chance to show it, and is usually one step ahead of her group, that is when she's with one. She's sort of a loner, and is usually shy, but if she sees the oppurtunity to be with a group she'll take it. She can easily be angered so don't provoke her. Otherwise, she's kind to those she cares about, and is a good friend if you break through her protective shell. She's had a rough past....

[LOCW_Bluestarwarrior]

OOC: Okay, accepted!

Jedi shrugged. "They come is handy some times. Let's go."

[Timey]

Down the street from the Droid Trading Post, the lone Jedi wandered the streets boredly. Kiandra Altair, with her hood over her head, slightly tapped her feet and hummed a song she had heard earlier to herself.

While other Jedi meditated, this was her form of relaxation. Walking the streets of Courscant and observing the sights she had seen hundereds of times before. It never got boring. There was always a weaker individual to protect, or a fight to be broken up. Kiandra never got tired.

She walked past the trashy looking Droid shop and noticed an Astromech Droid, rolling back and forth in front of the door. She got a kick out of the sight, seeing as how the little droid was basically showing himself off to any customers, though that dislodged disk may discourage any potential buyers....

She sighed after her laugh and walked on. Some yelling caught her attention and she looked on ahead to see yet another fight taking place. Probably a couple of low lifes who had had to much to drink. "Awww well..." She muttered, then ran forward to intervene.

[LOCW_Bluestarwarrior]

Jedi stood up, and walked out. (Cossan should be following him )