"Come on. Let's get going. Unless you'd prefer to stay waiting for something to kill you here." Said Sark, pulling Garrn up and getting him walking.

In the meanwhile, Gorsk woke up. He was surrrounded by curious Jawa's, and shot one down to chase them away.
'it's a miracle i'm still alive. At least now i have a good reason not to return to this smelly rock.' He could see the Jawa's sandcrawler in the distant, along with some smoke. 'first priority: get my companions back, cause i'm still weak.' He walked up to the smoke and what he assumed to be the skiff wreckage...

IC: DD-R3KD rolled across the Dune Sea of Tatooine, towards a one-armed Trandoshan, aimlessly wandering the desert. This would be a nice break from trying to decipher Tusken language.

He rolled up and rolled out into his platform phase, bearing both his heavy blasters towards the Trandoshan. His communication speakers activated and DD-R3KD inquired, "Who are you, why are you in the desert, and what happened to your arm?"

'None of your bussiness.' Gorsk replied. 'What kind of strabge droid are you? I've never seen one of you before.'

Sark finally found Gorsk, but by that time he was pratically dragging Garrn.
"Gorsk! What's that you found?"

'well, it's a droid, that's about practically everything i found out. Glad to see you guys survived. Anyway, we're close to Mos eisley now. I don't know where you're parked, but this is where i have to be.'

IC: Garm Sana was happy to be reunited with the Trandoshan. However, he was incredibly displeased to be walking through the middle of the desert on Tatooine. He was very dehydrated, and a dehydrated Gungan is a crazy Gungan.

"Yousa guys hadda better beea getting away from meesa mate. Meesa blast you a bombad one," he ranted, waving his blaster automatic at the other two. "Thatta beea de only time meesa be warnin' yousa. Okeyday?" He waved the blaster again, a little too hard, and fell bodily onto the sand. "Meesa okeydays, meesa meant to do dat."

Sark picked the blaster up and pocketed it. He walked over to Gorsk and whispered to him so the gungan wouldn't hear.
"I think it's best to keep him away from weapons. "

IC: DD-R3KD was tired of being ignored. He unfolded his rocket launcher as he increased the volume of his speakers by a factor of 10. "Imperative: Quit ignoring me, aliens. Query: What are you doing here, and who are you? Statement: I've made it my business, Trandoshan. Threat: Do not move or I will open fire and vaporize your pitiful carbon-based flesh." His targeting computer locked onto all 3 lifeforms. "Last warning..."

'think it's an automated english teacher by the hearing of it. Say, droid, whay are you wandering trough the jundland wastes looking for something to blast? Or aren't you?' Gorsks hand went for the little blaster in his belt, but he didn't pull it yet. Who knows what this droid could do to him. 'Look, i just want to get back to my ship, alright?'

IC: Garm Sana pulled himself shakily to his feet. He looked at the droid in a cross-eyed fashion. "Yousa stay 'way from meesa mate toos, okeyday? Meesa make you doing the regrettin' if yousa don't! Where is meesa blaster?" He started spinning around in circles trying to find it.

'Somebody prevent him from doing something stupid before i do it the hard way.' Gorsk said. He was fascinated by the droid. Killer droids don't pop up out of nowhere. Someone made it. But who? And why? He'd try to find out if the droid wasn't pointing four repeating arm-mounted Heavy blasters at him...