This I actually did for a monologue for Drama, but it's a recurring daydream, and it's Star-Wars-y, so I'd thought I'd do it. And here it is.

Reno Fin walked through the streets of Tatooine with an air that struck fear into the hearts of slaves and slave owners alike. He was headed for Gardulla the Hutt's sandstone palace. A slight smile played on the human bounty hunter's cloaked face. If this meeting went well, he'd be rich for the rest of his life.

The tall figure swept past the gates, opening them with barely a flick of his hand and an ancient power thought to only be used by certain residents of Coruscant. Any Hutt's home would be a hive of scum and villainy, and Gardulla's fort was no exception. Bounty hunters and dirty droids hung about the edges of the room, while slave girls, dressed rather revealingly, danced provocatively in the middle of the room to a song a traveling band played. Reno noticed with pity that the dancers didn't look like they enjoyed it. Another human girl sat on a bench in front of Gardulla's platform, and she almost made Reno laugh.

She had her knees up to her chest and her hands up at her shoulders, with her head tilted to one side. Her cheeks were puffed up and her eyes were crossed. Reno had to bite his lip to keep from chuckling.

"Ah, Fin, you're here. Now, let's talk, shall we?"

)O0o0O(

Needless to say, the meeting went well. The job was simple enough-tracking down a bounty hunter that owed a lot of money. Gardulla had offered to pay him half of the amount the man owed. Half a fortune.

But he couldn't stop thinking about the girl on the bench.

She's beautiful.

Reno frowned. Where had that thought come from? Ah, well. Better catch this debtor.

)O0o0O(

Reno chuckled to himself as he walked, a low, malevolent chuckle. The money from the job had been even more than expected.

But the girl on the bench hadn't been there.

Just then he spotted her. The girl on the bench.

Well, she wasn't actually on a bench this time. And, unlike last time, she was in a modest, weather-worn dress. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was rather close. So close, in fact, they collided!

"Oh!"

"Oh, sorry! Are you alright?" Reno stretched out a hand to help the girl up, who had fallen when they bumped.

"I'm fine. Just a little startled." She paused. "Hey, you're Reno Fin, aren't you?"

"Yes, and you're that mime comedian Gardulla likes to put on display."

"Shmi Skywalker. But call me Shmi. And, speaking of comedians, here." She handed him a small slip of paper.

"What's this?"

"Read it."

VIP Ticket

Shmi Skywalker Comedy

8:00 p.m. April 12

Ancient Comedy

"A VIP ticket to a comedy show?"

Shmi smiled. "See you there."

)O0o0O(

"VIP?" The Twi'lek attendant punched Reno's ticket and pointed to the bounty hunter's right. "Number 2. First row is VIP."

Reno nodded and headed in. He saw Jango Fett in the first row, among others. Jango Fett was completely new to the bounty hunter business, and, despite being the same age, Reno had mentored him. Reno had been a bounty hunter all his life.

"Hello, Jango."

"Hey, Reno. VIP?"

"Yes, actually. I bumped into Miss Skywalker."

"Lucky. I had to beg her for VIP tickets until she gave me this." He held up a slip of paper, slightly bigger than Reno's ticket. Reno saw the words VIP ALL-TIME PASS on it. "Only she gives out VIP tickets. She's absolutely hilarious. I hit the jackpot with this."

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME YOUR FAVORITE COMEDIAN, SHMI SKYWALKER!"

"Thank you, thank you all for coming here tonight. And speaking of tonight, I've always wondered how to get to the center of the universe." Laughter could be heard throughout the room. "And why some people think they're the portable center of the universe." More laughter. Jango was right-she was hilarious. Reno settled in for an evening of humor.

)O0o0O(

The bounty hunter walked out of the theater with a leftover smile playing on his face. He felt a tap on his shoulder. Expecting it to be Jango, he turned around. Instead it was Shmi.

"Hello."

"Hello, Reno. I was wondering if maybe you would like to meet me tomorrow?"

"When?"

"At five in the afternoon, on the corner of Sandi and Rocci."

"I'd love to."

)O0o0O(

Reno and Shmi sat together on a bench, laughing their heads off. It had been two months since they had become friends, and they were thick as thieves.

"I should be going. Gardulla will suspect." It turned out that Gardulla didn't know about Shmi's little comedy shows.

"Right." They both stood up, and, without thinking, Reno leaned down and kissed Shmi on the cheek.

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