The Junkyard, Saturday Morning

[thedadalorian]

Greef had been adamant that he'd found a place for him to lay low, away from any lingering Imperial entanglements. Promised up and down that it was the perfect spot. But he couldn't go into any details. Of course. But like hell was he going to go hide out in New Republic territory, so this was his best option at the moment.

He brought the Razor Crest in to land where he spotted other ships since there apparently wasn't a call tower here.

He sighed and powered down the ship before glancing back at his little passenger. "It's just for a little bit."

The kid blinked those big eyes at him, ears pricking up at the sounds of the ship cooling down.

No time like the present to see if he'd gotten screwed over here or not.

[OPEN, YES]

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[flourish_or_perish]

Well, that was new.

Faye had been waist-deep into the engine of the Red Tail, just checking her over -- comments about her being trapped here might have gotten to Faye a touch -- though she pulled herself out to peer curiously at the new ship.

It was big, she'd give it that. And like, she wasn't going to figuratively kick the tires here with whoever it was piloting the thing presumably still inside it, but she did wander over to take a closer look with an inquisitive, "Hey there."

[thedadalorian]

The door of the loading ramp hissed as the ship decompressed. Also because it looked cool, but mostly the first reason. Then it opened to reveal... a guy in full armor.

And a kid.

Wow, did he need to put his hand on his blaster right away? No. But, look, it had been a bad couple months. Things weren't great for him and the kid.

[flourish_or_perish]

And Faye, who didn't really go places without her own gun, dropped one hand onto the Glock at her hip in turn. But she also held up a hand in greeting, because she really didn't want to get shot by...a metal man and his pet, or whatever that little guy was.

"Hey," she said again, waving. "Nice ride."

Look at her being friendly in the hopes of not getting shot.

[thedadalorian]

Faye didn't know she was complimenting the biggest beater ship since the Millennium Falcon, did she?

"...thanks," he replied, sure how to take that. Because, well, his ship. "You the mechanic here?"

No droids, thankfully.

[flourish_or_perish]

It didn't look that much worse than the Bebop/I>. And again, didn't want to get shot."

"Pfffff." Faye waved a hand. "No, I wish we had one. I just service my own ship." She nodded to the much-smaller craft she'd been working on.

[thedadalorian]

He sighed, shoulders doing most of the work in expressing his annoyance at the lack of one being here. "Small place," he said, keeping an eye on the kid as he ambled around Din's leg to look for something to eat probably.

[flourish_or_perish]

"Very," Faye agreed, watching the kid a little warily. "Is your pet okay without a leash?"

They didn't have aliens where she was from. They closest thing she knew to that little guy was a super-smart Corgi.

[designateddadfriend]

Travis had been out for a run when the honest to goddamn spaceship had passed overhead and then landed. He paused for a moment, just kind of gaping, then headed over to where it had landed.

Mostly just to stare some more.

[thedadalorian]

He really was on a po-dunk planet, wasn't he? Of course he was. Thanks, Greef.

Well, Travis also got to stare at a guy in almost full armor walked out with his tiny, green, alien child.

[designateddadfriend]

Oh, he absolutely, 100% was. Staring so hard.

And maybe wondering if that helmet came with any sort of air filtering system or if it was more of, like, a glorified bucket sort of thing.

(He hadn’t even begun to process the presence of the kid yet.)

“Um,” he managed after a moment. “. . . Hi?”

[thedadalorian]

It did indeed have a filter. And a lot of scanners. And some Mandalorian only tech, thank you.

"You a local?"

[designateddadfriend]

“I’m new,” Travis said.

Well. At least he was honest?

“I’m. I mean. Yes? I’m local. To this, um, planet. Um. Welcome to Fandom. And, um. Earth, I guess?”

[thedadalorian]

You weren't going to help provide him with any reliable intell were you?

"...thanks." Yeah, the welcoming committee thing was going to be the weirdest part of being here.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

It was mostly curiosity that brought Sabine by after seeing a ship fly in. She really hadn't been here much at all since the Ghost left, but if this wasn't anything big then at least she had art pieces here she could visit.

And, well.

"So this is interesting," she said, sounding casual even if she was a tiny bit on edge till she found out his deal.

[thedadalorian]

Yeah, it was. Considering he was tilting his head a little at the armor she was sporting.

And, okay, maybe more at the armor she wasn't sporting. "Is it now?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Well, yeah. Not a lot of Mandalorians around here." Just one, in fact. "You nee in town or just passing through?"

She wasn't important enough for anyone to come after her, but there could still be some weird stuff here.

[thedadalorian]

If only she knew how little he knew about literally everything.

"There are others?" He could super ignore the other question because he didn't have an answer to it.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Just me," she said. "Some other people from our galaxy, though."

[thedadalorian]

"Oh." That wasn't the answer he wanted, but he could deal with it. He could deal. "...that's... good?"

Look, you'd lost him on that one.

[sith_happened]

The junkyard was weirdly busy for a Saturday, huh?

Anakin was there to upgrade his security panel to make it Shuri-and-Nina proof and was there in time to watch...wow, something that looked more precariously held together than the Falcon land.

Why did he have a bad feeling about this?

[thedadalorian]

Well. Because space magic probably?

Because, look at that, a Mandalorian and a baby Yoda came ambling out of the ship together.

[sith_happened]

Well, that was Huttese curse word that Anakin 1) probably shouldn't even know and 2) definitely shouldn't say around a kid. He slammed up his mental shields, hiding in the Force, and ducked behind his ship to hide do some quick reconnaissance.

Okay. Not Boba Fett. And not a weirdly short Yoda.

But still...not great.

[thedadalorian]

No, Boba was later on, Anakin.

He glanced down at the kid like giving him A Look would keep him from wandering off to eat the local fauna. Which, well. No. "Keep close."

[sith_happened]

Anakin finally came out from behind his ship. "Hello."

[thedadalorian]

Well, his hand went immediately to the blaster at his hip, but he didn't draw it. Which was, you know, progress or something. "Hello."