CHAPTER 1
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CHAPTER ONE
Market Day
Market Day
The suns were already climbing in the sky, baking the planet’s surface as they rose, making this day the hottest of the year. Sweat clung to the residents as they scurried about the Tisne market, setting up their stalls and businesses for the day’s events. Yes, it was Market Day, a day where an unusual amount of ‘tourists’ would show up to buy things from vendors before skulking their way over to the race tracks. Gambling and trading were extremely popular on such a day, and so was collecting money on elusive bounties. Everyone in the galaxy that knows about the underside of Tisne (which is all of it), knows about Market Day. So it was particularly interesting to see Dinru’s Parts and Trinkets still closed while everyone else was hurrying to get ready for their customers.
But those on Tisne knew better than to question the old woman as she had been on the planet longer than most of the locals and despite her short stature, she could probably seriously harm someone if they tried poking their nose where it didn’t belong. Only a select number of people actually knew what she was preparing for. Within the dingy little shop, the smell of old oil and smoke was heavy as Dinru Nendro approached a wall, her small and somewhat unsteady hands grabbing various items before it opened up. Once inside, the woman placed her pipe back into her mouth and clapped her hands.
“Alright, droids! Get to work! I want this ready for guests. It's filthy in here! Did you even clean up after that fight last night? Tsk. I should replace you all!” Various kitchen droids startled off their charging ports and quickly began to wander around the small tavern, cleaning what they could, and preparing drinks and meals for their future customers. The woman did not waste any more time in the room and went back out to her shop where she switched on the small neon light in the window. She was open for business.
But those on Tisne knew better than to question the old woman as she had been on the planet longer than most of the locals and despite her short stature, she could probably seriously harm someone if they tried poking their nose where it didn’t belong. Only a select number of people actually knew what she was preparing for. Within the dingy little shop, the smell of old oil and smoke was heavy as Dinru Nendro approached a wall, her small and somewhat unsteady hands grabbing various items before it opened up. Once inside, the woman placed her pipe back into her mouth and clapped her hands.
“Alright, droids! Get to work! I want this ready for guests. It's filthy in here! Did you even clean up after that fight last night? Tsk. I should replace you all!” Various kitchen droids startled off their charging ports and quickly began to wander around the small tavern, cleaning what they could, and preparing drinks and meals for their future customers. The woman did not waste any more time in the room and went back out to her shop where she switched on the small neon light in the window. She was open for business.
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The suns were already climbing in the sky, baking the planet’s surface as they rose, making this day the hottest of the year. Sweat clung to the residents as they scurried about the Tisne market, setting up their stalls and businesses for the day’s events. Yes, it was Market Day, a day where an unusual amount of ‘tourists’ would show up to buy things from vendors before skulking their way over to the race tracks. Gambling and trading were extremely popular on such a day, and so was collecting money on elusive bounties. Everyone in the galaxy that knows about the underside of Tisne (which is all of it), knows about Market Day. So it was particularly interesting to see Dinru’s Parts and Trinkets still closed while everyone else was hurrying to get ready for their customers.
But those on Tisne knew better than to question the old woman as she had been on the planet longer than most of the locals and despite her short stature, she could probably seriously harm someone if they tried poking their nose where it didn’t belong. Only a select number of people actually knew what she was preparing for. Within the dingy little shop, the smell of old oil and smoke was heavy as Dinru Nendro approached a wall, her small and somewhat unsteady hands grabbing various items before it opened up. Once inside, the woman placed her pipe back into her mouth and clapped her hands.
“Alright, droids! Get to work! I want this ready for guests. It's filthy in here! Did you even clean up after that fight last night? Tsk. I should replace you all!” Various kitchen droids startled off their charging ports and quickly began to wander around the small tavern, cleaning what they could, and preparing drinks and meals for their future customers. The woman did not waste any more time in the room and went back out to her shop where she switched on the small neon light in the window. She was open for business.
But those on Tisne knew better than to question the old woman as she had been on the planet longer than most of the locals and despite her short stature, she could probably seriously harm someone if they tried poking their nose where it didn’t belong. Only a select number of people actually knew what she was preparing for. Within the dingy little shop, the smell of old oil and smoke was heavy as Dinru Nendro approached a wall, her small and somewhat unsteady hands grabbing various items before it opened up. Once inside, the woman placed her pipe back into her mouth and clapped her hands.
“Alright, droids! Get to work! I want this ready for guests. It's filthy in here! Did you even clean up after that fight last night? Tsk. I should replace you all!” Various kitchen droids startled off their charging ports and quickly began to wander around the small tavern, cleaning what they could, and preparing drinks and meals for their future customers. The woman did not waste any more time in the room and went back out to her shop where she switched on the small neon light in the window. She was open for business.