The little Jawa's mind went over the plan in his head. He did not know why, but he had to get to Mos Eisley. Being 200km away from the city was just a minor setback. Chukizi had always had a knack for persuasion. The Jawa maps in the Sand Crawler would tell him and the pack the locations of most high paying moisture farmers north of the dunes. The closest being one, "ObbyAn" as the Jawas called him. An old hermit, not a frequent customer but a rich one. There he would find a ride into town.

The scavenging quest had came to an end and once again the roaring engines of the Sand Crawler came alive. The sound of welding and electrical work could be heard from the cargo bay below as members of Chukizi's family worked tirelessly to make their wares look in working condition. The massive machine pulled off in a straight line North.