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<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Oil...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> How her joints craved the sensation of the cool textured liquid to flow over them, and ease the tension that had built up over years of inactivity. How she ached to have it's nourishing sensation relaxing the rusted crevaces of her internal components. But that was impossible now. She flicked her glowing blue eyes as she looked around her. Somehow, she knew it would come to this, being scrapped for a few spare Credits. She pushed herself forward, balancing on the several hoses, and gears that dangled out of her midsection as she rested the weight of her cold metalic body on her good arm, and began picking up a few spare parts with the other.

There was no silence. Not even for a moment. The ship's working crew continued to pull apart Astromech, Protocal, Assassin, and Customs droids right and left, taking what they thought would be worth something, and scrapping the rest. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Insolent Fools....Humans, Jawas, Hutts, and everything else that had a soul.....<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> They were all the same. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Fools....<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> Little did they know that droids had a sensation of feeling just as they did, only a different kind of feeling. She flicked her eyes once again, and looked around, the soft hum of her movements an indication of her need for oil.

She leaned forward, and looked around. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Where was she...?<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> The last thing she remembered, she was crawling out of a paper box on Coruscant in an Alley, and then everything went dark. She pondered this for a moment, running it through her systems over and over again, watching what she saw over and over again until she found evidence of what had happened. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Jawas....<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> She might have known that the scavengers shot her with an EMP blaster, and froze her systems. She leaned back into a few droid wires, and closed her eyes, waiting for a moment to escape....

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She felt it. A warm hand running over her cold metallic Exo-skeleton, and over her circuits. She tried to hold back a grin as she pondered the stupidity of the very species that touched her, knowing of it's motives. It was attempting to shut her off. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Good Luck, you insignificant @#%$...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> she thought to herself. Quite hostile thoughts, considering her protocal programming. She was unlike any other that she had encountered, or that any other had encountered. A custom made design, that, during her youth and completness was capable of so much... Flying with repulsor lifts, Protocal programs, Customs, Design, and even Fighting if necessary.

She opened her glowing blue metallic eyes, and looked at the Jawa standing over her mangled body. With a smile, she pushed herself up with her good arm, and began to speak, her voice strangely human in tone, and sound. "My good man... You have royally screwed up this time....." She grinned once more, and extended her bad arm forward, grabbing the small creature up by the throat. Anothe grabbed a blaster and shot at her, bit missed by only inches. She looked at him as she held the other Jawa in her tight metallic grasp, feeling his soft whimpers, and gasps for air on her sensors. She tossed him at the other, knocking the both of them out before climbing down from the small shelf, and landing with a thud on her chest. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Lord...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> how she missed having legs, and useable arms, and repulsor lifts.

Mitz had stopped on his trip to Barab, well, it actually hadn't been his idea to stop, but his ship had experienced a malfunction in the fuel regulator. He had caught it soon enough to keep his ship from exploding, but he was limping through space. He hailed the unusual vessel, studying it as he closed.

"Ah, Jawas." he said quietly from the cockpit of his ship as he docked. He requested permisiion to come aboard, in order to purchase some other parts as well.

Those whacky Jawas, they had taken most of his money for the parts, but he couldn't really argue, he needed to make those repairs in order to get to his destination. He was carrying the crate of parts back to his hsip when he heard noise and a voice coming from somewhere near him, he kept on walking, the crate held closer to his body, he opened his senses up, being even more alert than before. He didn't trust Jawas, ever.