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The sound of an old gunship entering Arvala-7's atmosphere drew the attention of everyone in the valley below. Lately, the backwater planet had been a bounty hunter hotspot with a seemingly unending stream of hunters passing through. This was unusual for the land as it had once been peaceful, but a band of Niktoian mercenaries setting up shop in an abandoned compound on the far side of the valley had changed everything.
"My lady, my sensors indicate another ship has arrived." A custom-made companion droid informed a cloaked figure perched on the dome of a small hovel.
The figure did not acknowledge the bot as deft hands tinkered with the wiring of the small moisture vaporator attached to the roof of the small home. Instead, the person in question continued on with their work for a few more moments.
"Well, let's hope this one gets the job done." A feminine voice rose above the sound of her wrench and metal clanking, "I'm tired of all these bounty hunters hanging around."
The droid stared, vacantly up at its mistress before announcing, "The success rate is highly unlikely, according to my calculations."
It's audio sensors picked up a snort that came from the woman as she continued on with her work. The sound was followed by a successful hiss emerging from the vaporator unit. Finally, having fixed whatever problem the woman had been working on, she fastened shut the control panel and straighten her body up to its full height.
"What are the odds, G-5?" The woman inquired, wiping her hands off on an old rag she'd had nearby before dipping down to collect her tool box.
The droid processed the command, efficiently before announcing, "Chances of success are 1 in 5,000."
"Thank you, G-5." The woman nodded and began to shuffle her way over to the transmission tower that was attached to the side of her home.
"Shall I put on a kettle of tea for you, my lady?" The droid inquired.
The woman began to climb down the tower, "That would be greatly appreciated."
"Would you prefer tarine or deychin today?" G-5 prompted, its opticals remained fixed upon the woman until she was safely on the ground.
The woman stretched her arms above her head and yawned, "Whichever is fresher."
The droid bowed to the woman and stated, "I'll start the kettle right away."
G-5 turned to make its way inside the tiny hovel, but was halted by it's mistress's voice, "Oh, G-5?"
"Yes, my lady?" The droid responded, turning around to face the woman once more.
"Could you draw some water for abath? I'm especially dirty after fighting with those worn out parts all morning." The woman's nose crinkled in disgust as she ducked her head down towards her underarm.
"I will get your bath ready for you as well." G-5 informed the woman.
The woman bowed to the droid, "Thank you, old friend."
