desolate.

04. an old man, two teens, and two droids walk into a bar...

Beau's surprised he's alive to see the next day. He most definitely expected to be murdered by his father when he returned home the next morning, but Gellert only gave Beau a disappointed stare. He took the credits and made Beau instantly turn back around to Mos Eisley, and demanded he return right home afterward.

Beau had a poor hangover as he made his way into Mos Eisley, and the beating sun did not improve it, nor did the stormtroopers checking everyone at the entrance. Beau furrowed his eyebrows together as he glided closer in the family speeder. Stormtroopers were only around when someone had done something drastic to antagonize the Empire, so something must've happened last night.

"We're looking for a couple of droids," The head stormtrooper began, his voice masked underneath the helmet. He had an orange shoulder pad on. "They've got something important to the Empire, have you seen them?"

"What do these droids even look like?" Beau asked, his voice rough with irritation as he was annoyed with the lack of detail, and the fact that his family didn't even own any droids.

"Erm. . . we. . ." The other stormtrooper glanced at the head one, and Beau rolled his eyes, realizing they didn't even know which they were looking for.

"Right. My family and I don't own droids, and we're in alignment with the Empire. Does that help?" Beau gave them a fake smile. The one questioning Beau shrugged, and the head trooper backed up, waving him along.

"Apologies sir, have a good day." The trooper nodded.

"Fucking stormtroopers." Beau muttered under his breath. He pulled the speeder into the usual lot he parked in, checking it in with a bit of protected cash added, knowing the Empire was on the lookout for something, he wanted his belongings extra secured. He entered the cool air of Fullilove Supply & Co, keeping his few moments of peace as he set up shop for the day and set up the register.

It seems people are extra hesitant about coming into the shops today with the Empire lurking about, which Beau is slightly grateful for, so he can nurse the hangover in peace. He takes an extra few pills to help the cause, before curling into his chair to ease the pain.

-

Luke is piloting his speeder when he slows to a stop at the entryway of Mos Eisley. He's had a day, and his head is swimming with thoughts. Ben is sitting in the passenger seat, leaning against the door with his hood drawn as 3PO and R2 sit in the back. The Empire must be onto them, or the droids, at least, as stormtroopers are positioned almost everywhere.

The two in the entryway walk up to the side of the speeder, and the leader speaks. "How long have you had these droids?"

"About three or four seasons." Luke lies easily, though he hopes if he sweats at all, they take it as the sun.

"They're up for sale if you want them." Ben adds, and Luke resists the urge to stare at him, wondering why he'd suggest such a thing. What if they took up the offer, and they had to hand 3PO and R2 over?

"Let me see your identification." The head trooper says.

Narrowing his eyes, Ben waves his hand as he speaks. "You don't need to see his identification."

"We don't need to see his identification." The trooper adds, and Luke stares at the trooper with wide eyes before glancing back at Ben.

"These aren't the droids you're looking for." Ben adds.

"These aren't the droids we're looking for."

"He can go about his business. . ."

"He can go about his business." The trooper continues. It's like Ben has him in a trance, and Luke has absolutely no idea how he's doing it.