Ri-Parra's Shop {Open}

[.:Falcon:.]

Kess dug her bare toes into the loose, drifting sand of the junkyard which Ri-Parra liked to call his storehouse. That was a silly description. It didn't even have an awning or a forcefield to keep bandits out. Just that stupid, crumbling stone wall she had to fix every month anyway. Junk. That's all she was surrounded by. Junk.

-Get a move on girl.- Ri-Parra's grumbling, gravelly Toydarian voice rose behind her. He was speaking in his native language...a language she had come to hate. Of course, she hated all language. Resented it. What use was language when one was only hurt by it?

-Don't worry.- Kess grunted back, also speaking in Toydarian. -I'll get the part. Your precious customers won't have to wait long.-

-They'd better not be kept waiting long. Or else.- Ri-Parra snarled, flapping his greasy wings even faster to indicate his dissaproval.

-Don't worry.- Kess said again, and moved out across the junk. She heard Ri-Parra's flapping leave, and heaved a sigh. A sigh of what? Relief? No, that wasn't it. Relief had no place in her life. There was no relief.

She pushed her dark hair back with a hand as she bent to pick up a part, it's rust and grease smudging off onto her hands and her clothes. Lugging the heavy piece in her arms, she headed towards the low, grubby building Ri-Parra called his shop. For all intents and purposes, it was. But to Kess, it was a prison. A grubby, nasty prison. And Ri-Parra was the prison-keeper.

[Iota]

A tall Human shape being slowly entered the shop, he brushed some sand off of his shoulder. Something wasn't quite right. This particular sentient was dressed as an ubese, but was a tad too tall to be an ubese. He walked up to the counter, took out a data pad and proceeded to type away before showing it to the person behind the counter.

"i need a vocabulator..i'm mute and wish modify one so i can speak." The mysterious man followed on by throwing a bag of credits onto the counter then drumming his finger.

[.:Falcon:.]

"Certainly." Ri-Parrasaid, then turned and yelled out the door. -"Kesslene! Find a vocabulator and bring it in. Somebody traded one to me last week!-

-Aye Master.- Kess answered sarcastically, then ambled out into the junk. She quickly found the correct device, and brought it in. Handing it to Ri-Parra she gave one glance at the humanoid, then went to the corner and started tinkering with a droid part.

Ri-Parra held the part out. "Here..." he paused, and a smile wormed it's way across his face. "Will it do?"

[Iota]

Xavier picked the vocabulator upp and inspected it for a moment before writing on the datapad again.

"It will do.. you will find enough credits in there to pay for the part and to keep your ilence..i was never here." Xavier pushed the bag of credits to the shop owner.