[S12- Circumtore - PC] The Droidsmiths

The beeps of the droids were loud in the shop.

Pieces and parts were scattered across the floor, and half repaired droids hung from the ceiling. A Rodian paced back and forth, an orange astromech watching him. Another man swept at the floor, cleaning the nuts and bolts that lay about the room. The buzzing of the holotable alerted the Rodian to an incoming call. Walking to the table, he answered, the flickering image of a figure appeared above the console. 

“Glef, have you heard?” The holographic figure asked, the buzzing voice filling the room.

“It’s all these fools have been talking about.” Glef responded. 

“Have you gained any insight, anything of importance?” another question.

“Nothing that is not already known. Most of the fools on this ring don’t have the drive to actually act on this call. Have you begun searching?”
“Only a select few of my men have begun searching. The Gray Lord holds little interest, or love, for the Hutts. Keep an ear out for anything of value.”

From across the room, still sweeping the floor, the man spoke up.
“Well if you do find that treasure, don’t forget about your brother over here! And, brother, don’t forget me!”

“I see you are here as well, Brayce. Always a pleasure to hear from you.” The sarcasm was evident in the hologram’s voice.

“Ye, ye Flet. Just get to finding the treasure for us!” Brayce let out a chuckle as he continued to sweep.
“If that is all brother, we shall talk again.” Glef pressed a button on the holotable and the projected image of Flet flickered out of existence. Glef spoke up.

“I bet we will get an increase in customers preparing for this little hunt. Make sure the implants in their droids are untraceable. We don’t want to get caught.” Glef warned the other man.

“You don’t have to worry about that, I’ve been doing this longer than you and your brother have been alive.” He let out a laugh.

Another older build. One that didn't have much of a place until recently.