Build 'Em Up With Worn Out Tools
Cambrio Montegue had lost track of how long he'd been been standing in the storehouse. It felt like it might have been a while, judging by the heavy coldness in his legs when he shifted them, turning to glance out the lone window. He squinted at the horizon. It was hard to tell whether the suns were rising or setting.
His eyes scanned the open expanse of desert warily. Malastare'd never really been his favorite planet. There was too much instability; the shifting landscapes always left him puzzled and on edge.It was unsettling.
The sand seemed to go on forever. He knew it didn't, of course. It ended somewhere, became a city or something. It couldn't just be sand blowing and swirling forever and forever.
But there was a lot of it. Which wasn't a particularly comforting fact, when he was going to be out in the middle of it in a matter of a few hours.
"So, where was it last seen?" Cambrio asked suddenly. He turned from the window and looked back at the farmer. Jaro-something, a Gran who'd been working the land for a couple decades.
The alien made a noise like a sigh. His three eyes wavered back and forth in their sockets, wary and suspicious. "Out past the south border. Maybe twenty miles or so. Issra Nobukker spotted it a few days ago."
Cambrio nodded. His mind was working overtime, frantically making calculations and connections. It'd take him twenty minutes to unpack his gear. Ten to check his blasters. Five to review his research - which didn't amount to much, not on a case like this where it was mostly lore with a little sprinkle of truth mixed in. A little under an hour to get to the south boundaries of Jaro's land. God-only-knew how long before he actually found the thing. If he found it.
Force. How the frell'd he wound up here again?
Behind him, Jaro cleared his throat.
"Son," the Gran sounded worried. "Are you sure you know what you're doing? This thing... well, this thing ain't like bopping off a few womprats, if you know what I mean."
"I know." Cambrio turned and hefted his blaster rifle off his shoulder. His hands moved over it in a stilted forgotten way, slowly easing back into long-discarded habit. "Don't worry. I've done this sort of thing before."
Jaro made a face that Cambrio could only guess was the Gran equivalent of raising his eyebrows.
"It's uh, sort of a family tradition." Cambrio offered a stiff smile. Jaro continued to stare.
Talk about awkward. Clearing his throat, the tall man moved over to his canvas bag and began to pull out a variety of weapons. He wasn't exactly sure what he'd need.
This was the stupidest thing he'd ever done, and that was saying something.
Forty minutes later he was loading up a patched-together landspeeder that he'd rented from the next farm over. He offered a confident wave to Jaro and then hopped in and tore away with a lead foot and a whine of the engine. If he didn't start off fast, odds were he'd end up bailing with his tail between his legs. He only slowed down once he hit the fenceline, pausing to get his bearings.
"Frell." Cambrio swallowed thickly, nervous. He kept the speeder pointed roughly south, which went against his natural inclination to avoid life-threatening situations at all cost. "Frell."
His hands tightened around the controls. With a grimace, he opened her up and let the dunes have it outside the border.