E1S2a-Formos

Stepping off the ship one is instantly struck by the stale and parched atmosphere of Formos. The air is breathable, but desiccated despite the cool climate. Even the short walk from the ship to Rii Jenks Cantina makes you feel a bit parched. This makes the presence of the water sellers are patrolling the streets and docks to be understandably common, even though the prices they advertise would be considered extortionate on most other habitable worlds.

Of course while easy to see from the starport the disorderly jumble of haphazardly constructed dwellings around the Cantina makes for a maze of tight streets and even tighter alleyways filled with all manner of obstructions. Portable trash compactors, piles of crates, and personal moisture condensers line the gangways that thread between houses and shops.

As you are passing between some towering warehouses, you hear a commotion coming from a particularly dark and narrow alleyway off to the left. The group hear's a loud rattle and a buzzing noise coming from somewhere within the alleyway. Then a faint buzzing voice, "Hel-bzmph-lo? Help bzzt-pleazzzzzz help any-bzmph-one?"

Zane glances towards Kala and then moves to cautiously look down the alley.

The noises seem to be coming from a large blue trash compactor and Zane gets no sense of anything being amiss.

Kala does not see anything of note in any direction of course there a numerous places one could easily hide if they wanted to but that has pretty much true the whole way along thus far.

That same buzzing voice responds a bit louder know that you are closer, "Hel-bzmph-lo? Help bzzt-pleazzzzzz help meee."

"Inzzzt," there is a rustling sound from within the trash compactor, "bzzzzere. Canzzzzz gezzzz outzzzz" The top of the trash compactor is about shoulder height so possible to peer into if fairly close.

Peering into the trash compacter Zane sees amongst the trash a rather badly damaged droid. Its head has been severely dented, one of its eyes are smashed and its body has been torn apart. However it looks like perhaps all its parts are amongst the trash as all manner of wiring, hydraylics, and hardware are scatter about inside. The droid units head jerks and shudders a bit as it says, "Ah! bzzzt Greetingzzz! Zzzo glad you f-f-found me! Pleazzze help! bzzzt-pop They took my f-f-friend! Pleazzze help zzzave my friend! pop-bzzzt-pop."