Then we get the fuel canister...(1)

The Grand God descended from the stars.

A being devoid of flesh and mortality but a soul persisted in his core.

Mercy shall be dispensed to those who are faithful. Punishment shall be moderated for the disloyal and the enemies of The Grand God.

-Cult of Tusken, Tome of Genesis, vv. 22-24, 48-50.

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We were finally in the planet with two suns and lots of heat.

Green: I hate it! I hate this place!

Yellow: Say it!

Green: No.

Yellow: You know it's true!

Green: But I don't want to say it?

Yellow: You jerk! You shall surrender to the right side of history!

"I officially hate sand."

My head snapped at Jango, the man trying to remove the particles of hatred out of one of his boots, for having unconsciously given an edge to the pesky Yellow and his disgusting Prequels' inclination.

"What?" The bounty hunter asked as he noticed my glare at him but I didn't reply, looking away and towards the very reason I had chosen this place in the various spaceports in this region.

Small huts with several masked people rushing left and right at the unexpected arrival, their warriors rallying and approaching.

"You should take the ship and go to one of those settlements." I turned to stare once more at the Mandalorian. "Think of it as a father-son bonding session."

"You are insane to think you can deal diplomatically with those savages." Then he sighed tiredly. "But if you wish to die like this I suppose I cannot stop you."

We had left Slave I back to Kamino, using Cannon Fodder for this situation, knowing well enough that using two ships would have been a... waste of fuel?

Yellow: Do we actually know what kind of stuff our crib needs?

Blue: Are you seriously going to ignore that man's words?

Green: As if I planned to die anytime soon and why getting so bothered by that. I thought we were cool with him.

Blue: Oh, I'm sorry if I am the only one there bracing for some betrayal from the bounty hunter.

Green: He cannot betray us. We got so much on him that he knows that I would end him without a second thought.

Now that we had settled this issue, let me explain this foolish plan of mine.

Tusken Raiders are incredibly supersticious and it's easy to have a feat massively overrated by this Sand people.

I was going to use the very major point of their religious culture to get them to submit to me.

Water is sacred for them and it was considered a right solely placed upon themselves, that is why they were so earnest with their attacks on moisture farm and why they were so against any other life form in this planet.

Yellow: I still don't understand how a solar-powered ice-maker and a basin are going to make this possible.

Blue: The ice-maker, which has been tinkered to release a particular set of minerals in the ice, requires solar energy to work and we are in a planet with two suns, the ice made by the machine is then exposed to the heat and melt in water.

Yellow: So water is like fire was to humans for those people.

Blue: ...Oddly enough that is the closest parallel we can draw between Tusken and Mankind.

I sat calmly on the warm sand and patiently stared at the group of Sand People aimed their blaster muskets right at my frame, waiting for a reaction to attack as I was way too under-equipped to be there for ill intentions.

Ignoring the confused twitch from some of the Tusken, I opened the ice-maker and removed the large slab of ice from it, placing it in the basin.

The heat was scorching and it didn't take much time for the slab to slowly getting smaller.

The group of raiders was staring at this in rapt attention, realisation seeping in their simplistic minds.

"Water." I was thankful that I had some language package installed within the body as the plan would have taken years to develop compared to the few weeks I have planned to stay here.

The bravest of the group approached the basin, giving quick glances my direction frequently as he continued to take steps towards me and, once he was in the container's proximity, crouched with a hand already touching the liquid.

He paused just a moment and then... I saw him.

The mask came off, revealing a humanoid alien that mostly resembled a human but... had a orange-like skin tonality.

Yellow: I think we found Donald Trump's home planet.

Blue: SHUT UP, WE ARE GETTING FLAGGED IF YOU MAKE THIS KIND OF COMMENTS!

Yellow: But it isn't political, I was just making fun of the person, ignoring his job as politician, and mocking his appearance.

Green: Yeah but there will be people taking it way too seriously.

Yellow: I mean, it's not like I prefer the others. There is crooked Hillary, commie Bernie and then.. her.

Blue: STOP!

Green: I second Bluey there, it's a very thin line to try and touch there, let us focus on the matter at hand.

Yellow: ...Partypoopers.

"How did you do that?" The alien asked with awe in his expression and I pointed at the machine.

"This is a machine that can create water... out of sunrays." The being stared at the device with a shocked look and proceeded to bow desperately my direction.

Green: I would have asked him to not do that, knowing how bad san-

Yellow: Do it! SAY IT!

Green: OK! Sand is brutal to the skin but I don't mean it as a meme from the Prequels!

It was in that moment of distraction that the rest of the group rushed by his side and committed to the same gesture of veneration.

"Oh Grand God, thank you for bestowing us with your wisdom."

Green: ....If I have to be honest, I think I might like this.

Blue: It's been few minutes since we entered in contact with the natives and we are already a deity in their eyes. I think we are going to contract a God-complex very so-

Foolish mongrel, we, the Grand God, are not delusional to actually disillusion ourselves from our greatness and wisdom!

...

Green: ..Too much?

Yellow: Yep.

Green: Dang.

As I regained control of the situation, I asked the warriors to direct me to their leader and they accepted with unsurprising glee.

The Tusken chieftain was two metres tall and quite menacing with his mask and barbed clothing but, just like his warriors, showing the machine and its workings was enough to make him as dociles as his troops.

Green: Maybe we should moderate ourselves..

My worry was directed to the idea that now everyone was bowing respectfully in my directions as I walked around the village, trying to think how to make it better.

Yellow: Now you want to back away from fame! We will be grand and... do you think there is oil waiting to be drilled around there?

Blue: And what we should do with that? Fuel oil-powered engines that don't exist in this part of the macroverse?

Green: Sassy much? But yeah, Bluey is not being wrong with that.

Yellow: Dang, if only this had happened on Earth...

Blue: We would have been rich but also prone to assassinations from foreign powers.

Green: You are going to be always this optimistic, Bluey.

Blue: Only if you continue to be this suicidal with your mad plans.

Yellow: Then yes, you are going to be a bitchy nerd.

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Mos Elrey is one of the smallest settlement in Tatooine that, differently from major hubs like Mos Eisley, lacked a proper spaceport.

A small section of the civilised planet that was mostly controlled by a neutral group of private bounty hunters that had retired and had decided to create a haven for former colleagues.

Jango had decided to visit one of his oldest contact's bar in Mos

"Jango, old friend!" The bartender, a Rodian, let a loud laugh as he noticed the Mandalorian entering his establishment.

"Kiely, you didn't change at all, you little shit."

The two shared a chuckle and the other guests nodded towards their mutual colleague.

"It's been what, almost a decade since you have been last sighted through official channels."

"Been contracted with someone incredibly persuasive. Thankfully he wasn't invincible and perished quickly enough for my tastes."

"Had to be some scumbag if one of the most fearsome Mandalorian was this irked by him." The Rodian paused and got closer. "Were you the one who killed him?"

Jango blinked but sighed in defeat. "No. The culprit is currently my... contractor."

"Oh? Already with another job?"

"Kind of but.. I was enjoying some time with my good ol' friends and-" He pushed Bobba, the boy having taken refuge behind his father, forward and on Kiely's sight. "Bonding a little more with my son."

A chuckle broke in a laugh as the bartender was given quite the shock. "You got a heir! The Fett are going to rule forever it seems. AM I RIGHT?"

A round of chuckles ruled the moment but the Mandalorian knew well enough that it was all just a teasing attempt. "All right, you got me. My contractor might be planning something like this."

... "You are serious?" The Rodian smiled at the information. "Then your contractor is either foolishly insane or insanely foolish."

"You would be surprised even more where he asked to be left off."

The bartender nodded, waiting quite interested for the next bit from the Mandalorian.

"He asked me to leave him with some Tusken with a ice-maker and a basin. Something about 'submit' them or-"

"That is actually smart."

... "Uh?"

"You may have not been in Tatooine long enough to heard much from those pesky sand savages but the reason they are called Raiders is their thirst of conquest of any water-producing settlement."

Jango paused as slow realisation started to sink in his mind.

"He could earn their trust, but how much it would do if they are sava-"

"They are also quite religious about it, considering water sacred." Kiely blinked in his still-shocked expression. "This man is possibly a genius."

"Technically he isn't a living being-"

"You mean a droid? That is... strange, do you know whom produced it or.."

"You wouldn't believe it, Kiely." The bounty hunter stated quietly but tiredly. "He is quite the headache both directly and indirectly."

"But did he tell you what he plans to do with the tribe?" Jango nodded but decided to not spoil everything in fear of having some possible spies there.

"Changing some things, nothing that will hinder our capacity to gain contracts." He blinked once, one of his hands unconsciously ruffling Bobba's hair. "I think Tatooine is going to change for the best if I have to be honest."

"That radical? Then I hope you are right with the whole 'best change' thing as I would hate to lose my job."

"You will not, Kiely." He then stared around. "You will all get some more expensive contracts soon."

Everyone cheered at that promise, one that was pushed by someone that was trustworthy in their experience.

Boy, if only they knew how much well their life would turn...

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So I will be honest: things will explode a lot in the next few chapters. Lots of *Phew* *Phew* and *Ka-Boom* left and right.

Hold tight, this ride is getting even spicier than before!