[@Sep] [@Queen Arya]


[centre][h1][colour=Green]Sable[/colour][/h1][/centre]


Sable watched on in disappointment as Alanna walked out the door to go to work. She could be damned Stubborn sometimes when she wanted too. Of course Sable knew why she was doing it, she was lonely but wouldn't admit it. And when Sable or anyone else would point it out she'd deflect with sarcasm. [Colour=green]”Oh well.”[/colour] Sable said to no one in particular as he rose from his seat at the island, it was Sable's job to protect his Master, not to be her therapist. No, she already spent a stupid amount of money on one of those already.

Attached to the spacious kitchen was Sables [i]“room”[/i] if you could call it that. It was little more than a glorified broom cupboard containing his charge point and storage for his various [i]stuff[/i] mostly weapons but also a few spare parts and the occasional trophy. Though most of his good [i]stuff[/i] was locked away in his own personal vault. Sable entered the room and grabbed what he'd need for the day; Credit stick for the buying of things he wanted, a bag for the holding of the things he wanted and lastly, his blaster pistol, because some people thought it was smart to try and rob an HK droid without a restraining bolt on. 

Stepping out of the apartment he made sure to lock the door behind him before exiting the high-rise building onto the busy streets. Even so early in the morning the place was busy, Founding Days usually were but with today being a special one everything seemed to just be [i]more[/i] compared to the last few years. Pulling out the small to-do list that Alanna had left him, Sable headed off into the city.

First on his list was to go and see Vik at the Scruffy Nerf Herder. It wasn't a far walk from Alanna's apartment but with streets being closed off and others too packed to pass through it took Sable over 40 minutes to get to the Port District. Even after a decade it was still amusing to Sable when he saw people's reactions to him walking the streets unrestricted, no restraining bolt or owner in sight. Of course many of the locals were used to him by now but the way visitors and tourists, especially the more upper-class ones, reacted to a droid just wandering around always bought him some small amount of joy.

As Sable approached the door to the bar he could see it was already busy inside with spacers and locals gathered around the entrance, some drinking while others complained about having to work on Founding Day. Before he could push the button the door opened and a man came flying out, landing with a thud on the concrete next to the droid. Sable looked up and saw Vik standing in the entrance barking some rather strong language in Mando'a that Sable would definitely not be repeating. Viks eyes shot up and met Sable's optics and he visibly relaxed a little. “Sable… this is a surprise. Is Alanna not with you?” He says looking around, almost disappointed she wasn't present. [Colour=green]”Greeting: Hello Vik, no, Master is not here. She has decided she will be working today.”[/colour] 

Vik shook his head and chuckled. “That girl I swear. Oh well, to what do I owe the pleasure Sable?” He said, gesturing Sable to follow him back into the bar as he did so. Inside it wasn't as busy as Sable thought it would be, every booth and barstool was occupied but no one was just standing around drinking like they normally did, instead they had spilled out onto the streets to enjoy the festival. [Colour=green]”Statement: Master sent me here to work, I believe I dented your floor a few weeks ago.”[/colour] Vik turned to him with a shocked look on his face. “Lanna sent you to… work? For that? Is she mad.” The last part was more of a statement than a question but Sable would let it slide this once. [Colour=green]”Correction: Master is not mad. Master is feeling guilty over the incident.”[/colour] Vik shook his head and sighed. “So she is mad then. She honestly thinks I'd expect her to pay the bill for that? Nonsense, I got the guy you put on a ventilator to pay for it, it's his fault after all. People should be able to enjoy their time here without being harassed, Lanna especially. So you can tell your Master she doesn't owe me a single credit.” The tone of Viks voice was very [i]matter of fact[/i] with his final statement. [Colour=green]”Query: So no work then?”[/colour] The barkeep let out a single amused huff from his nose and shook his head slightly. “No Sable, no work.” Before he could properly finish his sentence the droid interrupted him [colour=green]”Jubilation: Excellent news, I'll be off then.”[/colour] before the Mandalorian had a chance to return Sable retreated a faint “Yeah sure, thanks for coming… I guess.” Could be heard as he did so.

Back out on the streets Sable headed off to his next task. “Bring coffee to Master” wasn't [i]technically[/i] on his list but he knew she'd never turn it down. A short walk from the bar was Nanna's cafe which by mid-morning was overflowing with tourists and locals alike. Much like outside Sable got more strange looks upon entering but the one who didn't look at him strange was Nanna, she instead looked positively delighted to see the droid enter her shop. “SABLE!” The elderly woman exclaimed in a jovial yet gravely tone, hopping off of the stool she was on she hobbled over to where Sable stood in the queue. By now Nanna was an elderly woman through and through, Stubborn and cantankerous to a fault, her mechanical leg was well overdue for maintenance but she refused to get it looked at which caused her to walk with a noticeable limp on her left side. “You better be looking after that Master of yours.” She exclaimed, whacking him on the back of the leg with her walking stick as she got to him. 

Sable buckled his leg at the whack of the stick and dropped to his knee allowing the woman to wrap him in an welcoming hug. ‘Affection’ in a traditional sense was not something Sable was familiar with but Nanna had been kind to his Master despite how much of an ass Sable could be, not even children were safe from him,he was more than willing to put up with her displays. [Colour=green]”Confirmation: Yes I am still looking after Master Alanna, she is working today and I believe a fresh coffee would do her good.”[/colour] Nanna sighed and shook her head. “That girl I swear, she needs a hobby or some friends or… Never mind.” She cuts herself off and hobbles away and behind the counter for a minute or so before reappearing with a cup and a paper bag. “Here, on the house.” She says while letting Sable take the items. “She's doing work for me anyway and she's not charging me a credit so consider it part of a thank you.” Sable took the items and nodded politely. [Colour=green]”Acceptance: Thank you, I shall get these to her straight away. Have a wonderful day.”[/colour] The old lady smiled at Sable and then hugged him around the waist. “You look after her Sable you hear, I've told you before and I'll tell you again. She's like the daughter I never had.” [colour=green]”Reassurance: Relax, there is no higher priority in my programming.”[/colour] He reciprocated the hug with the arm holding the bag before turning to leave the shop. 



[centre][h1][colour=red]Alanna[/colour][/h1][/centre]


So far the morning had gone by more eventfully than Alanna had predicted, the Tusken had certainly interrupted the little world she liked to envelop herself in when she worked but to his credit he was just quietly toiling away in the corner on the speeder bike not bothering her. It was just her, the B1s that Nanna had ordered and whatever music was playing over the radio.

Her peace and quiet was short lived however, another being entered her store, she saw the large figure out the corner of her eye but carried on her work inside the B1s chest cavity. The figure approached the counter and stood for several moments in silence before what can only be described as a series of growls came from its direction. She finally turned her head to see a… Wookie. [Colour=red]”Wonderful, just… wonderful. First a Tusken, now a Wookie. Great day to tell Sable to go have fun Alanna, real smart move that.”[/colour] she muttered to herself, wiping her stained hands on her overalls before approaching the counter. 

How would she approach this? Hand gestures? Did he even understand basic? Or did he just hope that… Alanna's thoughts were cut off upon seeing the stick the Wookie carried with an emitter at the top of it. It was him, the Jedi she'd done work for a while ago. Couldn't remember his name for the life of her but at least she knew he'd be friendly. [Colour=red]”Hi uhhh… I'm really sorry I… can't remember your name.”[/colour] she admitted, embarrassed with herself as she said it. [Colour=red]”Umm. Sable isn't here at the minute so I have no idea what you just said. Sooooo.[/colour]

Her sentence was interrupted by yet more people entering her shop though at least this time she recognised one of them who announced himself by very openly flirting with her, something about still being pretty while covered in droid oil, whatever it was it made her cheeks flush a light purple colour which wasn't the most professional thing when having customers in front of her. [Colour=red]”Artak, how nice to see you again.”[/colour] she peered around the Jedi and saw a Togruta and an IG unit stood behind him in the queue. And if Artak had brought them here at least there wouldn't be any translation issues with the next customer.

[Colour=green]”Greeting: Salutations Master I come bearing gifts, oh? Quite the party in here isn't it. She still won't go on that date Artak, you know that right?”[/colour] Sable. Thank goodness. For once his appearance could actually be a blessing. [Colour=green]”Observation: A wookie, a Tusken and an inferior droid. I feel like there are jokes that I could make but.”[/colour] He looked toward Alanna. [Colour=green]”With your elevated heart rate I suppose you require my assistance?”[/colour] Alanna nodded and gently gestured towards the Jedi before her. [Colour=green]”Self-satisfaction: I do so enjoy it when I'm right. Rorwoorr, it's been quite a while, what can we do for you?”[/colour] Sable turned to the Jedi while placing the coffee and the pastry bag on the counter while Alanna took the opportunity to round the counter and approach Artak and his guests. [Colour=red]”Hey Artak, how can I help?”[/colour] Her gaze shifts between the Clone, the Togruta and the IG and then back to Artak in sequence.