A few little droids were scampering around in the messy 'Junkshop'. There were dangerous metal objects hanging from the ceiling, a big bulky black droid on a lit-up counter, along with other random metal trash. Of course, Watto's Junkshop also sold plenty of other things. Tools, ship parts, anything and everything, even holoprojector porn and computers or star charts.
However, the business was never really all that great. It was rare for Shmi to see a customer. She usually just 'cleaned', though the little blue bald flying bastard's standards for cleanliness were abysmal. That just made her job easier though.
Shmi was 40 years old now. For the past 9 years, she's been taking care of her son Anakin… But now? Now she's truly alone… Of course, she told herself, "The Jedi will give him everything I can't." And, "No matter what happens out there, it can't be more dangerous than pod racing. At least he's free."
The Jedi didn't often publicize the tragic deaths of their members. Especially young, immature and reckless Padawans. For that matter, even Master Sifo-Dyas was killed recently. Yet most people wouldn't even recognize the old man's name now days. Especially on Tatooine.
Looking around to make sure that annoying asshole wasn't around, she sat down on the small metal stool behind the big, curved stone counter. Then she looked around again, before taking a datapad out from under the counter. It was technically her own personal datapad, but does a slave really 'own' anything?
She smiled wryly and started typing with her thumbs rapidly. Biting her somewhat chapped lower lip, she thought for a moment and kept going.
[I will say something about trauma though. As someone, a Sentient, like everyone else. We've all experienced plenty of trauma in one way or another. Sometimes the most traumatic thing that can happen to someone is just... Nothing.]
Breathing out a sigh, she sneaked a glance over towards the door to the left and didn't hear anything, so she kept writing.
[Neglect is abuse too, but sometimes we can't help but neglect ourselves. We try to protect ourselves so hard that we end up alone for such a long time that we forget that we're allowed to have sex. It's the normal thing. Not something to fear. No matter how much we]
*Tssh~!* The closed metal door of the shop suddenly opened and a gust of hot air blew through!
Shmi almost yelped, but just smiled and put the datapad back under the counter. Standing up and asking with a bright smile, "Welcome, how can I help you, Sir?"
"You're a junk shop, right? I've got some pretty fucking expensive junk I wanna sell."
The moment she looked into those beautiful golden eyes, she was stunned. It was only a few seconds later that she noticed his missing eyebrows and crimson skin. He was wearing brown pants and black boots. That was it! His huge chest and defined abs made her a little mesmerized, especially those arms…
*Clunk!* She finally snapped out of her daze when the heavy metal crate was placed on the counter in front of her face. Compared to the 6 foot tall man, she was about 6 inches shorter.
*Click!* Shmi unlocked the box very familiarly and stood on a metal stool to see down inside more easily.
"Is this… A Mandalorian helmet?"
"Yup." He snickered, "It's been digested by a Sarlacc and still survived thousands of years, so I'm guessing it's probably got some real Beskar in it. Is there some way to test?"
"Of course, Sir." Shmi's hands trembled a little. The metal wasn't heavy. Beskar was very light in fact. But that small amount of Beskar… Was worth more than her life! For that matter, as an 'aged' human slave, she wouldn't even be worth half a gram of pure Beskar.
"Awesome! Hahah~! Anyway, there are some old vibroblades, blasters, all kinds of random shit. I also found these uh… I guess these are probably some kinda credits? I don't really know."
Carefully putting down the helmet on the counter, she watched as the man pulled out a bunch of random weapons. Even just a huge stack of money!
"Sir… This is a Junk Shop, not a bank-"
"Shut your stinking mouth!" A loud and angry voice came from the other room, followed by the sound of buzzing blue wings as the ugly little man flew over with a smile on his Toydarian face. He had big eyes, a trunk-like nose, with little tusks in his large beige mouth. His belly was also yellowish-beige, unlike the blue shades of the rest of his body. As for clothes, he wore a small vest that was open and revealed that pot-belly, along with what was essentially just a black speedo or diaper. Either way, it didn't seem to be covering much, because there was no bulge. He also had some scraggly black hairs on his round chin, but not quite a beard.
"Please ignore my stupid human slave! Haha~! I'll take everything ya got! Five hundred peggats!"
"What?!" Shmi was shocked, but then Watto glared at her and she smiled 'sincerely', "Sorry, Boss, I didn't expect you to be so generous."
"Hahah~! I've got no fucking clue what a Peggat is… But I ain't gotta be a mind reader to know you're trying to rip me the fuck off!"
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