Falcon (part 1)
Coruscant Undercity :
Obi-Wan Kenobi did not know how to really deal with those Force-Damned Smugglers inside the Coruscant Undercity. Indeed, after looking at how Awful, with big A, this crap of a freighter ship is, he just decided to simply leave and look for another offers, from another smugglers. Two millions of Republic credits for a crap junk that was named 'Stellar Envoy' is just too much, especially since all that left on him is one million nine hundred ninety seven thousand tweleve Republic Credits. He was short of two thousand nine hundred eighty eight credits, courtesy of... well, he did not want to remember it, but it was for Siri just before that Force-Damned Sith-Boy attacking them and killing two of his best friends.
Indeed, he already turned one million of his credit into one million four hundred thousand Hutt credits, courtesy of help from Dexter Jester in exchange of 'mere' hundred thousand of Hutt credits, to make an account under the pseudonym of Ibo-Naw Ibonek, who according to his fake ID, is a weapons dealer from Stewjon, and prefer to be adressed as 'Ben' by his customers. He knew that at the latest edition of business site on the holonet, a Republic Credit actually worth one point sixty three of Hutt Credit, but the Zirobank & Co only gave him a million and a half, and Dexter already cut his share for helping. He only said he will just need 'a hundred' of Hutt Credits, but he did not say that word named thousand behind it... so...
Force damn it with all those fancy Mathematics, because those smugglers actually agreed to sold this ship, practically for free... if he can win a Sabacc game with a bet of one million Republic credits. And what was better, they don't know yet he is actually a Jedi... to them he was just 'Ben Ibonek', from a backward planet of Stewjon.
He can already heard those stupid smugglers think themselves as cunning already, in their own, unshielded minds of course. They think that by adding some additional cards inside their sleeves, they can take Ben Ibonek's million credits for free, and take the rest, along with his clothes, afterwards... but still, a minor force tricks to make the cheating cards fall down and fly behind the cupboards are all he need, and he can read their minds already... so...
"Uhh... where did..." said the female Twi'lek smuggler who play the game with him, scratching her 'too modest for her species' sports bra, looking for the now non-existent cards.
"Well? Are you willing to bet that thing too?" asked Obi-Wan, trying to play a real scoundrel.
"Hmm... I'm affraid..." said another smuggler, a Bith, who then place his cards after he scratch his butt "Sabacc... Let us see your cards then..." said him while grinning and his cronies (the former female Twi'lek and an old Rodian male) start to giggle with each others.
"Oh, almost forgot..." said Obi-Wan who then flip his cards, revealing an idiot, a two sabers card, and three coins card. "Idiot's array, I win this game..." said Obi-Wan while smiling and grinning like mad.
"CHEATER! HOW COULD!" said the Rodian, but Obi-Wan merely drew his blaster pistol and place the barrel down to his head.
"I win, you all lose... why can't you agree with our deal, before I blast your head for refusing to pay your due!" said Obi-Wan coyly.
"Grr... fine! But a million bet is only worth a million and I will pay you a million! Not with that ship!" said the Rodian after looking at the other patrons inside the bar... most of them humans, particularly the poor, Xenophobic Coruscanti underlevel humans, and they didn't quite like the alien gangs trying to cheat another human.
"Well? A million again and I got the ship, ok? So, want to play with me again or..." said Obi-Wan.
"Fine, you pay a million and you got the ship, deal?" asked the Bith, but Obi-Wan now thinking upon how to press his advantage right now... to not reveal himself as a Jedi, as well as earning his name as the smuggler Ben Ibonek.
"Nobody plays against Ben Ibonek and leave without agreeing their payments. I shall bet two millions instead of one, and after that, you must pay me one million as well as the ship if I win our next game!" Gloats Obi-Wan while he tries his best to read his opponents mind. Of course, he then a bit surprised, but cannot help but laugh a little after knowing that those three are simply a rich Bith who happened to hang out with his old Rodian friend and his Twi'lek girlfriend... of course... they cannot help but try to swindle a naive-faced human smuggler, but now, they are certainly knew they're the one in deep bantha poodoo.
"Yeah, and if you chickened out, you will deal with us!" said another human who threateningly raise his blaster, along with the cheers of another human patrons...
"It seems that we end up inside the wrong bar partners... this bar is full of human supremacists..." said the Bith toward the Rodian, and the Rodian only muttered something in line with 'that's your fault to go to this bar', while the female Twi'lek looking at him with a rather disturbing, err... pleading... or... is that sexy look?
"Umm, alright so, can we start now?" said Obi-Wan confidently as he called the server droid to shuffle the cards.
So, after utterly humiliate the poor group of aliens, they agreed to transfer ownership of the 'Stellar Envoy' to him, to 'Ibo-Naw Ibonek', if we read what was written in the paper copy of datapad datas. Obi-Wan is happy to get a starship practically for free... since treating a bar of humans with free Corellian ale just cost him twenty thousand credits afterall. And still, the group still owe him a million more, so...
"Where is your money? A million, like you promised?" said Obi-Wan, trying to mimic how a scumbag speak.
"P... please... just give us a day or two... we have nothing more than this six hundred fifty four thousand credits..." said the Bith, all while kneeling and almost kissing Obi-Wan's dirty boots.
"Well, well, you still owe me four hundred thousand credits, right?" said Obi-Wan who tries his best to do his most evil looking grin.
"B... but... please sire... we will..." said the Bith, but then a bounty hunter, in metallic Mandalorian armor with blue trims stand and just speak to Obi-Wan.
"You can take the Twi'lek as a slave, and everything would be fine... I like your style." said the Mandalorian bounty hunter, who for somewhat reason, cannot be read by Obi-Wan's force skills.
"Uh, yeah..." said Obi-Wan while staring at the blank face of the Mandalorian's helmet. "Want to bought that Twi'lek?" said him, trying to at least not burden his Jedi conscience with the fact that he will enslave a sentient being... but then, Master Dooku already said something about permitting lethal force right? so merely selling a Twi'lek as a slave to maintain his smuggler identity should be fine.
"Nope, but I have some datapads about Kamino Sutra, did you want to bought it and try that with the Twi'lek?" replies the Mandalorian.
"Uh, no thanks, if you did not wish to bought her, I already have plans to merely use the pretty Twi'lek's service... for a night... I have no use for slave, without obvious potential buyer who will agree to my price anyway..." said Obi-Wan.
"Well, and let them escape without paying your dues?" asked the Mandalorian while pointing to the three aliens, who tried sneak their way to the exit.
"Uh, I already have the ship keys and documents and... *Obi-Wan remembered that he must maintain a believable persona as a scoundrel smuggler* HEY! COME BACK HERE! YOU STILL OWE ME MUCH!" said Obi-Wan while shooting the ground just in front of them to intimidate them into submission.
"If I were you, I'll hit the Rodian or Bith's legs, and still force them to pay what they owe..." said the Mandalorian while Obi-Wan can almost swear that the Mandalorian is grinning behind that helmet.
"... Disabled slave made less profit, if I must enslave them to pay their dues." said Obi-Wan.
"Ah, so you're really a scoundrel..." said the Mandalorian while offering his hand for a handshake. "Fett, professional bounty hunter..."
"Umm... Fett?" asked Obi-Wan while remembering Qui-Gon's story about a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter who helped the Sith escape because it seems he was tasked to assassinate Master Dooku.
"Yeah, the best in the works pal..." said Jango Fett.
"Well, nice to meet you, so..." asked Obi-Wan, trying to not blundering into something, as he now could feel as if Fett was trying to gauge him instead... perhaps...
"I have an offer to you, just transport me on top of the Jedi Temple spires, and I will pay you... handsomely... You don't even need to land, I will take care of it myself with my jetpack..." said Jango Fett.
"Uh... Jedi Temple? But... but.." asked Obi-Wan.
"Afraid huh? I just need to drop, shot a certain old Count dead, and I will escape by myself, I will pay you cash up front if you want to, so..." said Jango Fett.
"..." Obi-Wan tries his best to think hard, then he got an idea... "How much did you ask for that Kamino Sutra? I want to experiment with this Twi'lek soon, so I can't really help you..."
"Oh? The Kamino Sutra? Seven thousand and three hundred please..." said Jango Fett, while producing a datapad. "Just gave me your datapad and I will copy the holobook toward yours."
"Alright..." said Obi-Wan, producing a datapad and then after some fuss, including trying to force the Bith, Rodian, and Twi'lek to turn their pockets inside outs, he already got the Kamino Sutra, half of the money he got from the betting, as well as a new Twi'lek slave.
"Good, nice to doing business to you, Ibonek..." said Jango Fett while happily walk out from the bar.
"Well, nice business too..." said Obi-Wan, who now a bit bewildered on how to release the Twi'lek without raising suspicions, so...
"Master... what do you..." said the Twi'lek, but Obi-Wan just dismiss her and said.
"Follow me to the Inn, we shall have... fun... for tonight..." said Obi-Wan, with a hint of awkwardness in his voice, with much cheers from the drunken patrons in the bar.
"..."
"I have a bad feelings about this... but why? Everything is good and smooth until now..." think Obi-Wan to himself.
Outside the bar, in an alley behind, using safe holocomm connection:
"I have manipulated the stupid aliens to play with the Jedi, and placed trackers already at the Jedi without him possibly knowing. Everything goes as planned Lord Plaqueis." said Jango Fett.
"Good, you can go back to your hunt for Count Dooku... again... my agents will took care of that afterwards..." said Darth Plaqueis.
"As you command milord..." said Jango politely while shutting off the comm. "He will never knew that I put tracker programs inside his datapad, also on the keys of his new freighter, as well as inside of the very freighter as well."
Outside the bar, in the opposite alley, in front of the bar:
"Uh, pardon my prudeness, but is taking a Twi'lek as prostitute and get to the inn with her is necessary to maintain his cover?" said A'Sharad Hett to the equally confused Pong Krell.
"Well, to be fair, after all that happened to him, he did deserve to have some... fun... at least I bet it will be a one time usage and nothing more..." said Pong Krell.
"Hmm, why did he bought that Rainbow Dash suit? Oh... naughty... naughty Kenobi..."
"Uh, no, I think he just ask that Twi'lek to put herself inside that suit... and..."
"Uh, clopping time?"
"Huh? not into the inn and..."
"No sexytime at all? Duh, I should already expect that from him..." said A'Sharad Hett while facepalming.
"Yeah, it turns out that her 'service' was merely running across Coruscant undercity inside a Rainbow Dash costume... well played... well played Kenobi..." said Pong Krell.