PHASMA X REY

MY HERO, THE POOR GIRL

            Rey pulls over next to the trading post of Jakku. She's been here several times and has traded with shopkeepers before, so this is nothing new for her. However what is new, is the fact that she's offering a chrome Stormtrooper suit. But to be honest, shopkeepers have accepted much stranger and questionable things.

After all, if these merchants are willing to accept slaves and the sale of illegal weapons by the federation, then this should be nothing to worry about. She would offer up some of her own items but to be honest, she doesn't really have anything to offer in exchange for medical assistance.

"Let's see. I can't go to Plutt since he's going to rip me off and try to offer food instead of a medical droid. But maybe I can go over to another outpost. It's not too far off, I just need to find someone who can bandage her up and not ask too many questions."

        Rey quickly takes a look around and tries to see if anyone has a medical droid. She needs a surgical one and not an assistant model. Not wanting to attract attention to herself, she begins to walk around a bit quickly but not too fast. Since the other regulars around here are familiar with her and noticed the Stormtrooper chasing after her.

But now that she's back and she did leave with the trooper on her speeder, it's safe to assume that she's in the clear.

Not being able to find anyone that can help her, and not spotting any medical droids, she swallows her pride and as a last resort, she, in fact, does walk up to Plutt's trading post. She looks at him and he observes her.

"And what have you brought me today girl? I see that droid you had earlier isn't with you anymore. Too bad, I would have paid double what I had offered you last time. Did you reconsider and come back to bargain?" He asks her with a smug expression on his face.

Rey feels a bit frustrated and looks to the side, she remembers the blaster and rifle of the woman she is trying to help. If necessary, she can offer those for a trade as well. It's just that she doesn't want him sending anyone after her again.

"No. I, don't know where he is." She looks down a bit saddened by the realization, that in fact, the droid she took for a friend. Has actually ditched her the moment it had the first chance. Really she can't blame the little guy for wanting to get off this planet.  But the irony is that she helped that droid get away, and now she's helping the ones that wanted to take him by force.

She swallows her sadness quietly and holds back a few tears. After so many times of falling into depression and feeling hopeless, Rey has mastered the skill of holding back one's emotions. Learned to swallow her pain and suffering.

Instead of staying in bed all day and allowing herself to fall into a dark place in her mind, she trains herself with her combat staff on a regular basis. It helps her with focusing her attention on something other than pain. On doing something other than crying.

"I'm in need of a medical droid. For a few hours. I can trade for one if you have one available."

Looking into his eyes she has a bit of a desperate and stressful look. The eyes of hope and pleading can be noted by even the most novice of shopkeepers. And the fact that she's asking for only a few hours rent for a trade is another sign of just how much she's willing to give.

"Hmm- I don't have a medical droid available, unfortunately. I just had one picked up two days ago. If you had come then, I could have done something for you." No matter how much she doesn't like this creature, she has learned that he is a bit stingy. and he is more than willing to rip someone off rather than give an honest trade. But when he says he can't do anything for you, usually more often than not, he's telling the truth.

"Please. My friend is dying, is there anything you can do?"

Looking at Rey he remembers all the times that she came to him with different items and equipment. She never argued with him or tried to get more than what he offers her. On more than one occasion she might express her displeasure with how many portions of food he gives her, but really he tries to be fair to her. And to be really honest, he does enjoy her reactions as he finds them funny since she is the youngest scavanger on the desert of a rock.

And knowing that in this field of work, if someone becomes way too depressed and unhappy, they start looking for ways to leave. And having a young worker like her, if he helps her out with this friend of hers, then Rey just might end up bringing some really good things to him later. Or she might have something to offer him right now.

"Well, I'll make an exception for you. I might be able to help. You said you need a medical droid, I don't have that. But I do know someone with medical experience. If you can pay me I'll tell them to come to you. And then you pay them for helping out your friend. That's honestly the best I can do for you. The only other medical services are about a day drive from here. I doubt that your friend will be able to hold on and wait for that long."

She looks down and contemplates his offer. To be honest this isn't what she wanted. She didn't want anyone to talk after they show up. If they find out that this person is a First Order Federation soldier they might just turn her down the moment they show up. But knowing that she doesn't have much of a choice and that she has to take his word for it, she agrees to these sort of terms.

"Alright, deal. Here is what I have to offer." She places the blaster pistol on the table. Plutt looks at it and to say he's surprised is an understatement. It's rare to get such high-quality weapons from scavengers. Usually, if they find these sort of items they hold onto them with dear life. But to have someone willing to trade them, well... that's a totally different story within itself.

       He quickly takes the blaster and looks it over and then glances at Rey. He's able to figure out really quickly that this blaster belonged to someone of high rank and importance in the First Order or the Old Empire. Either way, this gun is worth a lot more than just a name. And he's not going to rip her off right in front of the other people waiting in line. That's going to make him look really bad. So much so, that he just might be risking them going to other outposts on Jakku.

"For this, I can send them your way, as well as offer you."

He turns to his side and places the blaster on a shelf, just in case he might need it one day. Then grabs twenty portions of food and places them on the table.

"The medical help as well as twenty portions."

Rey smiles and quickly walks up to the counter taking them. Then she looks up a bit confused and he looks directly at her.

"I just need to know where to send the medical expert. If you can wait for a little next to my shop, they will travel alongside you."

This, this is too good to be true. But in all honesty, it is happening. This is more than she could ask for. Food and medical help. For once in her life, luck seems to be in her favor. And it's right when this strange beautiful woman came into her life. It's like she's her personal good luck charm.

"Thank you, Plutt."

He nods and then just waves his hand sarcastically.

"Move along now, you're holding up my line."

She smiles a little and takes the twenty portions into her little rucksack and moves to the side of his trading post, quietly waiting for the medical expert to show up. Her mind begins to wander on the woman waiting in the AT-AT Walker.

"I really hope she's alright. I need to get back as soon as possible."