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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Star+Wars%3A+Fortune+HunterAfter spending the night in the ship in Jabba’s Hangar, all of you were in the midst of your chores. As you approached the Lion’s Share from Jabba’s refresher, you came upon Misri checking over your new purchase, R3. Next to her was R4, whom was covered in what appeared to be scorchmarks. Now how did that happen while you were away? “Misri. How is he?”
“Eh, can’t complain,” she says. “But no targeting software means that his blasters and other weapons inside him are probably going to go berserk.” R3 chirps, ramming into R4.
“Stop that,” says R4. “That’s annoying.” R3 winds back, and smashes into R4, knocking him over. “Ow! You little-“ R3 quickly speeds around you and Misri, then wheels himself back into the Lion’s Share. “When I get up, I am going to give you a thrashing!” Lev walks by, carrying one last crate of food and ammo. “Lev! Help me up!”
Lev looks down at him for a minute, then continues walking. “No.”
“Damn it!” R4 wiggles himself around, trying to get up. That was the big problem about astromechs. If they fell over on their backs, they couldn’t easily get back up on their own. But you decide to ignore that for now and talk with Misri.
“So we got all the food, all the weapons restocked?” She nods. “Good, good,” you say. “Listen, Misri-“
“I know,” she says. “You’re going to want what the Jawas did to your R-22… polished. Don’t worry, I’ll sand it down for you, repaint it, and all that junk, and you’ll never know you tried to thread a needle and failed in doing it!” She grins. “By the way, that was pretty stupid of you.”
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