"So have you reached Onderon yet?"
"No, I'm calling you from a planetary link on Kashyyk. What do you think?"
"Sheesh, no need to get angry… So you're there?"
"Yes. We're meeting Wakada at the cantina here."
"You mean your cantina?"
"Yeah. I haven't collected the money in a while. It oughta fund our trip."
"…Miser…"
"You know it."
"Fine. Tell me how it goes."
"Yes, ma'am. Say hi to Jude for me!"
"You son of a…!"
--
Lep and Skykiller sat in the Onderon cantina. Lep had explained that he owned the cantina itself.
"Yep. I built it with my own two hands. Left my friend in charge, and look what happened."
Skykiller looked around. It was certainly rowdy. Fights were everywhere, drinks were spilled this way and that, and the Twi'lek dancers weren't doing much dancing…
"When I get my hands on Spart, I swear I'm gonna…"
"Do what?"
Wakada had joined them. His sniper was slung over his shoulder, and got no weird looks; they were used to large weapons in the open.
"Do you see what Spart did with my cantina?!"
"Yeah, it really sucks now. But look on the bright side; he owes you every cent he made. Plus interest."
Lep smiled "You know what? You're right. This is good."
They walked into the back room where Spart was.
"Hey Spart, how's it goin'?"
"What are you doin' back here?! All customers stay in the public area!"
"Spart, Spart, Spart, I give you this cantina, and you deny me? For shame… Well, I'm here to collect."
Spart's eyes widened. "Lep? Yeah, it's Lep! What happened to you? You look all pale…"
"The vampires finally found me… Never mind that, I'm here to collect. I want 50,000 credits, now."
"50,000?! Are you crazy?! How do you expect me to get so much money?"
"I could make that in a week. You really let the cantina go… Give me all your money, and I'll be satisfied."
Spart unhappily handed over 10,000 credits. Lep counted them.
"10,000? My, my, you don't know how to run a business, do ya? Good luck; I'll be back in a couple months, and I want 5 times this amount, sabe?"
As he shut the door, a throwing knife was lodged where his head was seconds ago…
--
"When's
the ship gonna get here?"
"Patience, Wakada. It's coming; it needs to refuel."
Skykiller watched all this happen. He observed, like he always did, but never took part in anything. Nobody offered, so he didn't.
Wakada noticed. "Dude, why the frick don't you do anything? You're like a vegetable."
Skykiller shrugged. "I never have. Don't need to start now."
The ship landed, and they boarded, heading to their first stop:
Trandosha.
