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Saying it was hot on Tatooine was like saying water was wet. It made no difference. Dany pulled her speeder over as she approached Mos Eisley, glancing about as she did, but she was alone as she hopped out to investigate the crashed evac pod. Whomever had been in it, well, they had left in a hurry, so close to the spaceport. A smuggler, most likely. Still the evac pod was barely damaged and she could scavenge a lot from it. Keeping alert, Dany pried out the internal sensors and navigation modules, storing them in the back of her speeder.
At it for a couple of hours, Dany stopped for a small drink from her canteen and to adjust the head wrap that kept the heat off her head. Her tunic was sand colored, as were her breeches, to blend in as best she could. Her arm wraps were a slightly darker brown and her boots were worn with repair tape keeping them bound together. Scavenging wasn’t her ‘thing’, but it helped supplement when moisture gatherers weren’t breaking down. The evac pod would bring her a nice pile of credits, and that meant being able to eat actual food instead of ration biscuits. Dany didn’t have much, didn’t need much, and didn’t want much. Her parents had died when she’d been an infant. Her brother had kept her alive, but he’d died when she was 11 and Dany had been on her own since.
She was looking forward to cashing in and getting back to her cave in the mountains and she double-checked the interior of the pod before starting in on the stabilizing thrusters. They were harder to wrangle out and, for the briefest of moments, Daenerys weighed her options. She was a target for thieves and she didn’t want to be speeding across the desert once night fell. Reaching out her hand, she concentrated and the metal wretched free. It was then that she heard the smallest of gasps and Dany grabbed the thruster pack, tossing it into the back of her speeder before taking a quick defensive stance with her walking stick. “Who’s there?” she demanded.
