Sprocket decided to visit Dizzy's workshop to brainstorm what his Ultimate ability would be and to pick up some weapon parts from Brinna's Blasters for Dizzy.
He was listening to J-3DI talking about the Force-healing ability of the ancient Jedi when he heard something falling in the back of the shop.
Dizzy looked up from his work. "Alright, who's hiding in there?" He pulled out his wrench.
Out of the shadow came Utooni, the Jawa brothers. "M'um m'aloo!" they shouted in Jawaese.
They spoke rapidly, introducing themselves as Dizzy and Sprockets' teammates for the upcoming game.
Dizzy rolled his eyes. "That doesn't mean I'm allowing you to take things from my shop."
Utooni said something in turn, which J-3DI translated, "Oh, come on, just because we're Jawas doesn't mean we steal stuff! Now about this droid—how many credits do you want for it—"
J-3DI stopped translating momentarily. "Hey! I will let you know that I am not for sale! I am a Jedi warrior, and no one can purchase me!"
Utooni looked somewhat offended. "I know my species is known to take things, but we take abandoned objects and recycle them, resell them, or make something useful out of them," J-3DI translated their seemingly aggravated response.
"You guys wanna help me with my ultimate weapon?" Sprocket asked.
The Jawa brothers agreed to help, so Dizzy asked them to go to the scrap yard to scavenge some parts.
Abruptly, they are interrupted by Sentinel, who stormed into Dizzy's workshop. "Alright, it's time for some serious training. I want us to win this game! And if we're going to win, we need to work on our skills and learn to fight without these trinkets!" The Imperial Heavy Gunner exclaimed.
Sprocket watched as Dizzy took out his wrench and he realized that Dizzy must not be happy with Sentinel barging into his workshop. Dizzy rolled up his sleeves as the Stormtrooper approached him. To Sprocket's surprise—and very clearly, Sentinel's as well—Dizzy managed to stand his ground against the trooper, eventually making him stumble to the ground.
The Mon Calamari remembered his last interaction with Sentinel and recalled that it hadn't been so good. He remembered asking for advice, but it turned out that was too much work for Sentinel. Sprocket pretended to be dead all the time, and that made Sentinel give up on his training rather quickly. Hopefully this time is different.
Sentinel got up and brushed off his armor. "Fine! You—Jawas! You're coming with me for training. And you—Baby Octopus—show me your strength!"
"I'm actually a Mon Calamari," Sprocket corrected him.
"Let me see how you punch, kid!" Sentinel replied, ignoring his snarky response.
Sprocket did his best to try and land a punch on Sentinel, but it was quite a feeble attempt.
Sentinel shook his head. "Weakling! You'll be easy to knock out in battle without your little toys! I won't let our downfall be because of you!" Sentinel shouted. "We need some real training!"
"I need to work on my Ultimate Weapons," Sprocket muttered, feeling somewhat humiliated by Sentinel's statement.
"You can't always rely on your weapons in battle," Sentinel snapped, causing Sprocket to flinch.
"Don't be hard on him. He's only a kid!" Dizzy chided.
"That's no exception!" Sentinel told Dizzy. Turning back to Sprocket, he added, "You can work on your weapon later. After our training is done."
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Sprocket A Star Wars Story
Short StoryA story based of the Star Wars Hunter Arena Game and Sprocket as a main character.
