Of Sith And Street Rats

[neverwantedtobesith]

Between thinking it best to steer as far away from the Core as possible given the current regime, and needing repairs to his ship, he finds himself on some backwater planet in the middle of nowhere. Not only that, but so far as he could tell, there were only a handful of cities worth the name with one of them being the capital city. Which was also oh-so-imaginatively named Capital City. It seemed to be his best bet, so it was the one he chose to land at.

While his ship was undergoing repairs, he heads out into the city. The workers don't need him breathing down their necks, so he may as well see what, if anything, was of interest. So lightsaber firmly hidden in his jacket, and anything the mechanics didn't need access to firmly locked, he heads out. May as well start with the market. Wherever it is.

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[neverwantedtobesith]

"Watch and hand me things so I don't have to get them myself," Garth'zel says with a nod. "If you have questions about what I'm doing, try to save them for when I'm not in the middle of something I need to pay attention to, hmm?"

Just to head that one off at the pass. Questions are fine, questions when he might break something or otherwise have something go wrong when distracted at the wrong time are not.

[lothrat]

"Okay," Ezra's quick to agree. Garth'zel's still agreeing to let him watch, and he's even implying he'll answer questions later on. That's good enough for him.

Which means now it's time to finish eating quickly so they can get his laundry done and then get on to more interesting things.