#order rises

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@of-scavenging-and-adventuring started following you

They sensed someone coming their way, someone force-sensitive and who possibly knew about it. For the most part, Roskah took this as a sign of danger. The Force-sensitives they came across in their past included inquisitors of the Empire or simply dangerous people. The Zabrak crawled from their seat on the floor to the counter cabinet; assuring that their staff was indeed in place. 

As the presence neared they dusted themselves off, pulled the protocol droid into standing position. A flick of a switch turned the thing on, and Roskah shooed it to the floor of the shop. “Welcome anyone who comes in, be polite, whatever droids do,” they ordered. Pulling out their holopad, they settled down at their spot behind the counter, pretending to work on some commission or another.

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@lord-ames started following you

Subtle movement in Mandalore’s tank made Roskah look up. Someone new was at the doorway, so they straightened in their seat and brushed away any wrinkles in their clothes. “Welcome!” they greeted as the figure made their way past the doorway.

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@smccthxcriminal started following you

They had closed up shop only moments before, and now they made their way to the closest cantina. It was incredibly rare for them to do so - Roskah couldn’t even remember the last time they went to a cantina. Diners, maybe, but not cantinas. It was incredibly noisy inside, and they had trouble making their way over to a free seat at the bar. Maybe if there was tea behind the counter, it would relieve their growing headache. 

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@beyonderiadu started following you

The protocol droid - finally working after months of confusion - dusted gently at the works in the store. It was saving Roskah a lot of time, and sanity, and the zabrak was grateful. Now, they could focus on their work...

... and their animals. The tooka, Revan, was meowing at someone in the doorway, no doubt following the newcomer throughout the store. Roskah looked up from their spot from behind the counter and offered a cordial nod. “Welcome!”

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@ofxwingfuel started following you

Behind the counter, they sat cross-legged on the floor. Before them, a droid. It’s an old refurbished model, and should have been easy enough to turn on, but Roskah was having trouble with it. “Come on,” they groaned, looking through the long list of instructions once more. But before they could find out what was wrong, Revan indicated the arrival of a visitor. The zabrak pushed themselves to their feet, dusting off their clothes. “Welcome!”

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@brokenskywalker started following you

One pet or another was making noise, indicating either hunger or the presence of a visitor. Considering all three food bowls were filled, Roskah looked up towards the entrance of the store to see the silhouette of a woman. They offered a bright smile, welcoming the other into the store.

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@shriinebuilder started following you

They’re outside for fresh air, however fresh the air in the lower levels of Coruscant were. The Zabrak is outside their shop, sitting on a low stool and fanning themselves. The cooler inside decided to break, and the store got stuffy fast. In their other hand they’re pressing at the holopad on their knees, still looking around for a cheap butler droid to watch the shop. 

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@theknightsofkyloren started following you

Hidden away in their little shop, they could get work done. Anywhere else was out of the question, even if the cantina proved to have better drinks that what they owned. A stretch back and a sigh. Though they had just joined the Resistance, there was very little for them to do just yet, besides their usual daily activities. The idea of being a part of the Resistance, after staying in hiding since Order 66, both thrilled them and scared them.