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Son'ja was digging out a few bits of fungi from under rocks and watching Gammoreans pout. They'd broken the legs off the training droid that had been tossed to them an hour or two before, and it was decidedly much less interesting, but they didn't know how to fix it, so were just kicking in aimless annoyance.
She strode over and offered them her snacks. "From Dhrakon," she said. Then gestured to the no-longer-walking scrapheap on the ground. "For Dhrakon?" Gammoreans. Small words.
This is decided as satisfactory. She probably could have skipped straight to claiming the thing for Dhrakon, but she hadn't spent a proper meal on it, and there wasn't really cause to stir them up and leave them as assets for whatever riffraff was dreaming about ineffectual power plays against her lover today.
Her terms quickly agreed to, she scooped up the damage droid, threw it over her shoulder, grabbed the legs, and returned to the cage smiling.
She strode over and offered them her snacks. "From Dhrakon," she said. Then gestured to the no-longer-walking scrapheap on the ground. "For Dhrakon?" Gammoreans. Small words.
This is decided as satisfactory. She probably could have skipped straight to claiming the thing for Dhrakon, but she hadn't spent a proper meal on it, and there wasn't really cause to stir them up and leave them as assets for whatever riffraff was dreaming about ineffectual power plays against her lover today.
Her terms quickly agreed to, she scooped up the damage droid, threw it over her shoulder, grabbed the legs, and returned to the cage smiling.
