A/N: Hello, here with another chapter. Bit shorter than the others, but I hope you like it. As usual, I don't own Star Wars, Disney does and George Lucas originated it. I only own Senvrek and Ath'orr
Chapter Three: Gamble
In the act of allowing Senvrek to buy him a drink, Obi-Wan managed to find out something rather useful, and something that threw a wrench into his plan.
"I only have enough for the ale, that good with you?"
Obi-Wan nodded.
"Damn credits don't work here. Till the next race I'm stuck."
"Republic credits?"
"Yeah, cause of the whole black market. First thing you gotta know, most folks don't wanna be traced, if they know what's good for 'em anyhow." Senvrek sighed. "Makes things tough for us that try to live anywhere close to straight."
Obi-Wan glanced over. "You said race." He remembered briefly, a trip to Malastare where he and Qui-Gon had been witness to one such event. "Podracing?"
"You know it?" Senvrek blinked.
He knew podracing, never had been much of a fan, but Qui-Gon seemed to like it. As a respite, they would sometimes attend a race, secret from the council of course. Could be quite nasty, but there was good money to be found if you were clever. Perhaps if he could steer the conversation… he could find a way to get the money he would need. He couldn't rely on the charity of strangers, not on this sun baked rock.
"Enough."
"There's one tomorrow. Got a bet going with Watto, you want in?"
Obi-Wan swirled his glass, staring at the liquid, then downing it in one gulp. Clearly, he would need the aid. Gambling and lying both, in a matter of one hour, this was going to be an extremely long mission. "Sure."
Senvrek took him to meet their racer, a young dug by the name of Ath'orr who had been racing for about a month and a half. Obi-Wan didn't need to be a dedicated fan, nor an expert gambler to know they were in trouble.
Ath'orr wasn't that good. At the rate he was going on the practice track, Obi-Wan had a feeling that he'd be burned, figuratively and literally, before the race even started."Where did you say you found this one?"
"Same spot I found you actually." Senvrek said.
"Is that so?" Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow watching Ath'orr hit switches and buttons. "Does he know that's not the correct…?" An explosion could be felt rocking the area as Obi-Wan coughed swatting away the black smoke and sand from the collision.
Senvrek shrugged wincing slightly. "Do you think we can find another racer?"
A/N: So, thoughts?