Infinity Armament

Every morning, Old Peter sits under the golden needle at the corner of town, sipping a sip of locally sourced soil wine and staring at the desert blindly.

Sometimes he drinks too much, he simply sleeps over, the poisonous sun shines on him, and the crowds of flies fly all over him, making him look like a dead man.

But most of the time, Old Peter prefers to sit in the sand and feed his "Sharu" - a creature that hybridizes hairy beasts with Southern Cross beasts, sweeping every creature passing through town with a pair of slippery little eyes.

His eyes were so dirty that no one passing through the town would consciously cover their wallets.

At that point, Old Peter was very dissatisfied and muttered to himself: “It is not polite to treat an old man with such an attitude...”

A gust of wind swept up large pieces of gravel, which dyed the wind a golden yellow in the light of the sun.

Old Peter instinctively waved to block the wind and sand from entering his eyes, and then his hand stopped in the air.

In the golden yellow wind, a few sparse figures emerged.

Instead of wearing white robes specific to the desert planet, they wore an ancient trench coat and a cloak with no shade on their heads, so they started empty-handed and walked all the way from the sea of dusty sand.

The wind and sand scraped from them, but no grain of sand remained on them, and the poisonous sun looked more like a lover's warm hands and could not cause any distress.

Old Peter's eyes narrowed into a line.

“Outsiders...” he muttered.

Even if you don't look at clothing, just look at the other person's white skin doesn't look like it has been eroded by the wind and sand for a long time.

“Wang, Wang...” With a cross star nose, looking like a sand dog with short thighs, but a hairy sharu shouted like a dog, but the next moment, as if it smelled something dangerous, it suddenly screamed and ran behind old Peter before daring to come out.

Far away from home, a young man in an Armani trench coat bowed to old Peter and said in the standard Tatooine local language: "Hello old sir, I have a few questions for you. ”

Old Peter measured each other with a cloudy gaze and looked down and ignored him.

The young man smiled and took out an imperial coin and placed it in front of old Peter.

Old Peter shuddered leisurely to put away the money: "A problem. ”

The young man smiled, "I'm looking for someone named Obi-Wan Kenobi. Do you know where he lives? ”

When he heard the name, Old Peter put the money in his pocket and replied, “I don't know this man. ”

The young man pressed his hand against the money: “You haven't answered my question yet. ”

Old Peter impatiently pushed away the young man's hand: “I said, I don't know what you said about this man, if you want to know anything, go to the Red Boat Winery, and as long as you can give the drunkards a * * * glass of wine, you can get whatever you want… if you do have one. ”

“Where's the Red Boat Tavern? ”

“That's the second question! ”

Another imperial coin was sent to old Peter.

Old Peter quickly picked up the money: “Two hundred meters inside, the most special building. ”

“The most special building? What special law? ”

“This is the third question. ”

“Well, I think we can find it.” Shen Yi shrugged her shoulders and walked with others to the town.

Looking at the shadow of the other person's departure, Old Peter's cloudy eyes gradually became clearer, and even his otherwise rickety body gradually became more straightforward.

He touched the pet beside him and muttered to himself: “Sharu, go tell Ben that there are another uninterrupted visitors, and if I'm not mistaken, they should be the separatists who are making a scene in Krusgen. I've sent them to the Red Boat Tavern, and the drunkards must be happy to explore their bottom. Also... there is a woman with them, it looks like the Ahsoka. ”

The hairy dog shrugged, his claws flipped against the sand and burst into the sand to disappear.

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Shen Yi quickly understood how the so-called special building was the lex specialis.

Due to its location on the desert planet, Ankhead's architectural landscape is quite Middle Eastern, with a kiln-like structure made of local white stone, with a semi-circular dome, smaller arches, half on the ground and half underground, effectively preventing wind and sand from invading.

The Red Boat Tavern, however, is an exception.

It was, of course, modified by half of the crashed spacecraft, and because of its long-standing existence, the outer walls of the ship were full of rust, and under the sunlight, there was a little bit of metal cold light, and an isolation hatch was the entrance to the tavern.

Above the wine view there are also some damaged turrets, the weapons on which have been completely scrapped, which, according to the model, belong to an older category of energy cannon, which is placed in the city, which is a lower grade energy cannon.

The interior of the ship has been transformed into a huge hall with a closed compartment, a long bar at the end, a Tucker bartender with six arms dancing fast with his arm wiping the tasting glass - holding a black, bright cloth, swiftly wiping through the glass the Guest handed over, and pouring a glass of green, sticky, unknown liquid to the Guest.

Dozens of square tables are set in the lobby, some with different images, alien life from all kinds of species are drinkin 'in front of the stage, those drinks are weird, whatever they look like.

Weird smells of alcohol, sweat, fat powder and unspeakable origins all over the air, similar to dead rats, mixed together as strong punches, severely stimulating the senses of the visitor.

Various songs of arrogance and joy sang down in this tavern, a group of drunken, crooked men clamping their backs to each other without knowing what to say; several samurai-like dressers, sitting at the corner of the tavern, silently watching the flesh of a banza-beast in front of them, seemed to be thinking about life; and several maids with wings, dancing in the air with plates.

When Shen Yi came in, all these people who were enjoying themselves or working stopped and looked at the door together. At this moment, the scene appeared briefly stationary, as if it had been paused, but then returned to normal operation.

But in everyone's eyes, a strange look is revealed.

Shen Yi walked to the bar, came to the bartender of the Natuk people, and pulled out an imperial currency: “Ask you about a man. ”

The bartender looked at the imperial currency and shook his head: "We don't need this here. ”

“But I just traded it for information here. ”

“Not here.” The bartender shook his head and looked at Shen Yi with a diverting eye.

“What does it take? ”

“Whatever you need, you don't, expat. Which planet are you from? Papan or Kalia? Or Kepler 14?” A voice rang behind Shen Yi.

Shen Yi looked back, not far from the wine table a big man with thick black hair on his chest, if it wasn't for the giant sarcoma on his head, he was really no different from humans.

He was pointing an energy gun at Shen Yi unintentionally.

Shen Yi shrugged: “What does that have to do with where we come from? ”

'Cause I want to know. ”The big man answered proudly.

Thinking about it, Shen Yi said, "Krusgen. ”

“Wow!” The big man whistled: “That's far enough. ”

He laughed arrogantly, surrounded by a conciliatory laugh.

Shen Yi ignored these people and took out a piece of silica and put it on the bar: “Is this okay? ”

Silica is a hard currency in the Star Wars world, and its value is like gold, wherever it may be. Shen Yi thought about this before leaving, so he also collected some while in Krusgen.

The bartender's eyes did emit a ray of greed, and it quickly put away the silica: "Yes, it can also come with a bottle of wine for you. ”

“Forget it, I'm looking for someone named Obi-Wan Kenobi, and of course he might have another name here, Ben. ”

“There are at least twelve people in this town named Benn. ”

“… is a middle-aged man, should be a resident, not much of a talker. ”

“Does he drink? ”

“... I guess he doesn't drink. ”

“You come to the tavern looking for someone who doesn't drink?” The bartender shouted.

And the whole tavern was filled with crazy laughter.

Shen Yi's face remained the same: “Answer the question or give me back the stone. ”

The bartender's face has become fierce: “Go away, there's no answer for you. ”

"If you still have enough diamonds, maybe I can help you find the man you're looking for. ”

Shen Yi ignored him, just said: "Looks like we're in the wrong place. Forget it. Ask elsewhere. ”

“I guess we can't get out.” Ahsoka whispered.

A group of people in the tavern gradually came up.

They formed a half-circle blocking the road to the entrance to the tavern.

The bartender looked at Shen Yi with a sympathetic look: “You shouldn't have taken that thing out, obviously you don't know where it is. ”

Shen Yi bluntly said: “Obviously you don't know who you're trying to rob... who's coming? ”

But the last two words he asked were Hua Tianrui and them.

“I'll do it.” Ahsoka suddenly said, "There is no guarantee that any of them have the eyes of the Resistance Army, and I have at least room for moderation. ”

Hearing Ahsoka say that, Shen Yi took a step back.

He couldn't move, but his arm stretched back weirdly, grabbed the bartender's neck and grabbed it outwards, pulled the bartender out, slammed him to the ground, and then pulled out a piece of silicone and stuffed it in the bartender's mouth: "If you like it, I'll give you more! ”

“Do them!” Don't know who called.

A hug.

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Flying Fish XIII.

August 5

This bloody bastard won three more space war games, one chess tournament and two flying speeds today. I've never seen such an inhuman guy, like a computer, always in a state of computation. He even said that the only education he had in his life was how to win. Does he think I'm an idiot? This guy must be a cold, ruthless, vicious, overhead, putrid, long-bottomed guy. He even told me he was the captain from now on. Let him die. This is my ship!

August 6th

I'm really tired of being a woman, and the trouble of every month is always bothering you, making you always be careful. I used to think I was strong enough to forget I was a girl. Pity my fantasies, my dreams. By the way, that bastard dared to peek into my diary. I curse you here! If you peek again, your eyes will rot, your tongue will break, you'll be a space dry corpse for the rest of your life, and you'll be a big piece of space garbage... wouldn't that be too vicious? He said being a woman shouldn't be too vicious. At least he gave me a few days off so I don't have to touch those damn cigarettes again. Well, at least this guy doesn't look so bad at first.

Aug. 7

Never thought I'd be sitting with this guy again. And I was hypnotized, and I said all the things in my heart, all the troubles, all the sorrows, all the joys. Maybe it's because he already knows that? Or because he's actually a good listener. Turns out he doesn't always like to interrupt people's conversations so much... he looks cute when he thinks and listens. Alas, you can't deny that this shitty guy is actually pretty handsome. Straight nose, flying eyebrows, eyes with a divine rhyme, kind of like the lover of a dream. God, what have I written... Forget it, this is the last compliment to this guy, I haven't forgotten he's my enemy yet.

August 8

Does he really have to live without a real childhood, as he says?

He's attached to a more powerful being, working for him, fighting for him until he dies?

Why, why can't he fight for his freedom?

He's actually having a rough time.

At least I have a full childhood, and his life is doomed to war...

Oh, my God. What am I thinking? What's wrong with my face?

August 9th

Please, you son of a bitch, be a little human, okay? Are you telling me I'm gonna kill you? Why do you have to beat me by such a crazy big score every time, and you have words to say that there is no sympathy on the battlefield. How can you fight like a madman? Forget it, my lord, this girl is huge. You can't kick me back into the kitchen in five days. Do you have any sympathy? Let me cook 40 servings for a girl like that. I'm crying. You're such an asshole, you rascal!

August 10

Today, he told me that his days on the ship were the happiest days of his life. What does he mean by that? I don't understand. Is he trying to imply something? Or has everything, as he said, never lived with a girl in an environment like this, an atmosphere like this? Joke, isn't this the first time this girl's lived alone with a man? No, I still have so many crew... but they can't come in here.

His eyes... really weird.

11 August

There's something you can't deny.

His navigation skills are really much better than mine.

The Flying Fish had an unfavourable year, and the third jump hit a nebula storm.

This nebula storm was terrific, and we were like a boat in the ocean that could be torn apart at any moment by a nebula vortex, but he took us through it. He looks more like a captain than I do. He said it wasn't the storm that got worse, it was the storm that was getting more and more trash in space. Those garbages are worse than meteorites because they are too small and are often ignored by scanners. But when they hit a ship at the speed of a meteor, the catastrophe is decisive. He called the garbage “birds" because, like previous birds, they couldn't see themselves, but could always cause enormous damage. He also said that space waste generated by the space war was billions of dollars and that the demand for space waste recycling was also growing. He advised me to turn to garbage recycling rather than to do this vampire-like thing. Oh, my God, I'm a girl. I can't believe he asked me to do garbage collection. Is he in love with anyone else? Space janitor? Fucking asshole, thanks to him for coming up with it. What's wrong with transporting prisoners? Said I was a vampire, pissed me off.

No, are we in love? Doesn't look like much. How could I fall in love with a man like that? Impossible, just a little bit of a liking at best. Am I in love or not? Confused...

August 12

Almost to Tatooine... When he gets to Tatooine, is he leaving too?