Secrets Among Scrap

Secrets Among Scrap
Date of Scene:	04 August 2025
Location:	Kublop Springs - Tenoo - Outer Rim
Synopsis:	An unusual customer pays a visit to the junkyard at Kublop Springs.
Cast of Characters:	159, Zetha Rumir

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Athena (159) has posed:
It's a beautiful, fine afternoon in Kublop Springs - the sun is out, it's not too hot, and many folk are out for a midday stroll or some shopping. With the new colony that had just been established about an hour ride away on the tramway, traffic to downtown Kublop on days with nice weather like this one has increased significantly.

Not that anything has changed around the Junkyard, though. Most of the faces are return clients, looking for used parts they might purchase for their repair bays just down the street.

A couple of them are lingering in part patio, part lobby area right outside the Junkyard, gossiping about the latest whatever it is they'd heard around the water vaporizer.

"Do you think it's... safe, for the Jedi to leave the colony, like how it is right now?" a wheedling Toydarian says a bit anxiously. "I heard ... things. That -some- of the colonists were simply waiting for the Jedi to leave so they could stir up... trouble."

The other one, a Kessarine sighs. "Safe or not, it's not really any of our business. If anything happens while they're gone, I'm sure the Jedi will handle when they come back."

The Toydarian doesn't get to respond, because just he opens his mouth to reply, a diminutive, middle aged Chadra Fan approaches. He has that look about him - he's clearly one of the colonists.

Zetha Rumir has posed:
From out of the main hub of the Junkyard comes a blue-skinned purple eyed Twi'lek. Zetha is a familiar face around the Junkyard these days, known to help Wiis out with day to day activities, though she's also known for being sometimes found legs up, chest down in the middle of a junk pile. Waiting to find the perfect part that's needed for one project or another. Although sometimes that lands her a good thwapping from the peg-legged owner. Sometimes.

Her hearing is impeccable, though of course it's not hard to see that there are people mingling about searching, scoping, and wanting this that or the other from the yard itself. It's Zetha's job to help them out too. Even as she's being followed by a couple of dismantler droids who whizz, beep and woop between themselves. "If you two bantha fodders don't pipe down, I'll throw you into the junk piles myself..." The Twi'lek threatens with a grin before walking up to the Toydarian and Kessarine.

"Morning Gumtam, Fel'ix. Looking for anything in particular or just browsing at the moment?" Asking this, remebering names, and being genuinely willing to help. That's Zetha for you.

If she heard their gossiping, she doesn't readily make such a fact known.

Athena (159) has posed:
"Just browsing today--" Gumtam the Toydarian says, his gaze following the Chadra Fan. Fel'ix doesn't say anything, but she too, is watching the Chadra Fan with mild interest, as he marches up to Zetha.

"Mind if I take a look," he says, not looking the Twi'lek in the eyes, "I'm looking for a old fashioned power converter bit that goes onto a T-29 drill. Something that predates the galactic standard to implement auto-shutoff."

It's a strange request - no one had -ever- requested such a part. The auto shutoff feature had become standard several decades ago, and saved hundreds, if not thousands of unwitting construction workers' lives.

Zetha Rumir has posed:
Zetha Rumir raises a brow and then looks from the Chadra Fan to the junk piles and back again before holding up a finger. "Even if we could find that for you, I doubt it's going to be in the piles here at the front. Feel free to browse though. I might go ask my boss if she knows of such a thing." Cause Zetha doesn't know. She could easily find a power core for a speeder, couple of cuplings for a droid unit, and even a coil for a blaster.

There's a glance to the other two and a shrug of her shoulders lifted. "Give a hollar if something catches your eyes. I'll be right back..." Then she's turning and shouting towards the yard hub. "Wiis!? Someone's looking for a power converter on a T-29 drill...like....before the auto-shutoff." She goes on to mutter a couple of things in Twi'leki about looking for droid fingers in scrap piles...a near impossible feat for sure.

Athena (159) has posed:
The Chadra Fan doesn't even thank her, instead, he immediately heads into the junkyard. He seems uncomfortable, for some reason, and still hasn't even properly greeted her or looked her in the eyes. Weird....

"Huh!?" Wiis yells back to her from... somewhere in the junkyard. "Who the kriff..." The unmistakable clunk-drag of Wiis' peg leg can be heard as the approaches. "Who'd be crazy enough to want a power converter without an auto shutoff..."

Zetha Rumir has posed:
"Some Chadra Fan... they're acting kinda funny too..." Which has caused Zetha to keep one eye on them while calling out to Wiis. That tell-tale sign of the peg leg noting her arrival. "Also the demolisher droids are being foolish again. Why would they think that they could out run each other in a race when all you have to do is bop them on the head and they scuttle into their hoods." She remarks with a smirk before shifting to let Wiis through whenever the woman comes close.

"Gumtam and Fel'ix are here too but just browsing. I just don't know where I'd begin to look for a power converter without the shutoff."

Athena (159) has posed:
"Heh... doesnt surprise me," The Zabrak woman croaks, but whether she's talking about the droids or the Chadra Fan isn't immediately clear.

She comes to stand next to Zetha, resting a hand on her shoulder, catching her breath. "Probably in the back, near all the the junked starships." A pause. "I'll go help him myself."

But at the rate she's going, The Chadra Fan might have found it by the time she arrives!

Zetha Rumir has posed:
Zetha Rumir rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "No offense but I don't think you'd make it back there before he's run off with all the parts he can carry...I'll go help him." Just another way Zetha helps Wiis around the junkyard. By taking off and doing things herself. In fact, she's gone before Wiis can protest any further.

Catching up to the Chadra Fan, Zetha gives a smile. "I can take you back to the junked ships, and we might find something. I don't think I caught your name. I'm Zetha." She makes introduction and then intently watches the Chadra Fan since he's been acting kinda odd since he arrived in the first place.

Athena (159) has posed:
"You really don't have to--!" But Zetha's already run off by the time Wiis shouts to her. She grumbles and shakes her head. "When are you gonna grow up and stop wasting your life on me?!" she calls after the Twi'lek.

The Chadra Fan appears to have been digging already, and when Zetha shows up, he has a really old rusty bit of junk in his hands. "Oh," he says distractedly, "nice to meet you, Zetha. Look, I, uh, found what I was looking for already. Lemme pay you, and I'll be out of your lekku." Still, he doesn't look her in the eyes. He digs in his pocket for a few credits and hands them to her, before turning on his heel and heading back the way he'd come, without even offering her his name.

Zetha Rumir has posed:
Before she can get another word out, the Chadra Fan with no name scurries off after handing over the few credits. The rusty part in his hand was likely not even worth the handful he shoved at her. The fact that he took off in a hurry might have been though. She tilts her head a moment before turning to head back over to where she left Wiis. "I don't know if he found the actual part or just paid for something random...weird creature either way." Then she gives a grin. "And who says I'm wasting my life on you? Remember, you gave me a life worth living. So you might as well get used to the fact that you're stuck with me. At least until some Rimward Space Pirate comes to scoop me away on his transport ship filled with spice or something."

Athena (159) has posed:
"Either way," Wiis says, looking at the credits in Zetha's hand, "it's good for us." She shrugs, and then looks both sad and annoyed at the same time. "Oh stop it! When are you going to settle down? Marry up and buy yourself the brand new version of that vessel you spend too much time on, hauling scrap back and forth? Or go to school, on Naboo, or Chandrila, or Aldeeran? You could study naval engineering and be top of your class. Or hell, skip that. Apply to work at the Corellian Ship Yards, or the research department on Cyclor. They'd be idiots not to take you..."

"Space pirates, my ass. That's not a funny joke, you know. I'm sure you've heard, there's marauders down in the Gorge. And don't you dare go down there and investigate. Be a good girl, for once..." She hobbles into the run down little shack she called home, that's adjacent to the junkyard.