The tension between Din and I was thick in the air as we followed Greef Karga down the street towards a mechanic. Din was pushing a cart that held the destroyed body of IG-11. I couldn't stop thinking about what he had said, the name he had called me. I know that it was probably just a slip of the tongue, he had been thinking about me becoming his Riduur. But it strangely made me feel nervous, I suppose because it's such a big step. Even though I know that it is what I want.
"That's too big a job for you to do by yourself. Fortunately, Nevarro has attracted the best droidsmiths in the Outer Rim. They'll have IG back to his old self in no time." Greef Karga Said
"Are you sure they're up for it? I don't think I can handle him with all his limbs if things go scud." Din asked him
"Don't worry. I can." I said with confidence. Din looked over at me and nodded once.
"Well, why don't you ask 'em for yourself?" Greef Karga asked us.
"Who?" Din asked in confusion
"The Anzellans." Greef Karga Said as He gestured down towards a wall. I looked over to the wall and saw a small door with an Anzellan standing at it.
"What do you want?" The Anzellen asked. I almost laughed as Grogu cooed excitedly at the Anzellan.
"Can you take a look at this IG-unit for us?" Greef Karga asked the Anzellan
"Yeah. Come." He beckoned for us to follow him inside. I looked down at the small door and furrowed my brows slightly.
"How...how are we supposed to follow?" I asked in confusion
"Don't worry. There's a door round the back, come, I'll show you." Greef Karga gestured for the two of us to follow him around to the larger door that was more fitted for our height.
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My legs were crossed and folded under me as I sat on the floor beside Din. He was also sat with his legs crossed due to the small space we had found ourselves in. The ceiling was a little too close for comfort. There was only a few inches between my head and the ceiling, though it was worse for Din. This wasn't the first time that we had been stuck in small quarters like this however, at least we weren't on a Jawa crawler.
"No. Can't fix. No. No, no. The broken." One of the Anzellan's said after a couple of minutes. Three of them had been trying to fix IG-11 for us.
"Uh...okay." Din said.
The Anzellan muttered to himself in his own language as he looked over the broken droid. "The broken. It broke."
"I don't understand. Do you speak Huttese?" Din asked in confusion.
"Mando, he said he can't fix it." Greef Karga said through the small door. I turned my head and almost laughed at the sight of the man on his hands and knees. Not that we didn't look even more strange in this small room.
"That's no good, I need this one. This one is my friend." Din tried to explain to them. My expression softened at his statement.
"It not friend anymore. Memory circuit." He made the noise of a broken machine, trying to tell us that it was broken.
"He says the memory circuit is shot." Greef Karga translated
"No more." The Anzellan said
"Well, put in a new one." Din said
"No, no, no, no." One of the Anzellan's muttered
"Not work." Another one said
"Don't make new one. Very hard to find." An Anzellan said
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Across the Universe | D. Djarin
Fanfiction"I'll find you again. I Promise." Celeste always knew she was different, she just didn't know why. But when her parents where killed by the empire, she was sent on the run. Alone and in a large galaxy, Celeste turns to bounty hunting so she can sur...
