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The elongated, cylindrical shaped starship slowed down as it approached the moon of Nar Shaddaa. Inside the passenger ship, its multiple rows of high-backed white seats were filled with peoples from all kinds of species. Naadir and Darren were seated on two such seats. Darren was watching something on his holopad while Naadir was laying back on his seat, eyes closed and snoring.

"Wow!" Darren loudly exclaimed, causing Naadir to wake up.

"What?" the agent asked as he rubbed his eyes. "Did we reach Nar Shaddaa?"

"Eh... it seems we are about to? Whatever... Take a look at this!" Darren showed the agent his holopad. It displayed protestors chanting slogans and holding placards. "They are protesting about government censorship of the media. You know... that new executive order the Chancellor signed."

"Civil unrest... Because the Republic did not already have enough problems," Naadir sighed. He took a cigar out of his pocket and lit it up. "Those spoiled kids will brink back the Empire, mark my words."

"No!" Darren loudly exclaimed. He was surprised at the intensity of his voice, which got the attention of some of the passengers. "I fully disagree with you. Those activists stand for the values of the Republic; liberty, transparency, openness. We did not topple the Empire to replace it with a new tyranny."

The agent chuckled. "I admire your passion, kid. I truly do. But trust me, this won't do any good. The Imperials are edging closer to the Core Worlds and the last thing we need is fighting amongst ourselves. If you think not allowing the hacks of CND to publicize leaked military info for clicks is tyranny, then you have no idea of what tyranny is. I grew up under the Empire. One wrong word and... bam!" Naadir made a gun gesture with his hand. "You were done for. Not like now... you can riot and still get off scotch free. Tyranny my ass!"

"Bu-" Darren started to reply, but decided against it. Instead, he deactivated his holopad. "Whatever, we ain't here to argue about politics. We're here about the case, and it seems we've reached Nar Shaddaa."

The starship entered Nar Shaddaa's atmosphere and gently touched down upon a landing pad. The passengers began one after the other getting up from their seats and making their way to the landing pad, which was filled with people waiting for them. Darren scanned the small crowd of people for signs of his Master but he couldn't find him anywhere. "Weird..."

"Hey," Naadir shouted, interrupting his trail of thought. "There is your Master." He pointed at him with his finger. "At least I think that's him..."

Luke was mingling with the crowd, wearing a plain, long dark green robe instead of his usual black Jedi robe. He did not want to make himself more visible than he had to. "Ma-" Darren was about to shout when he realized just that. Instead, he simply waved at Luke to show him that they had noticed him. The Jedi Master waved back at them.

The two men walked up to Luke. "Master," Darren spoke first. "It is good to see you. I've got say this robe suits you."

Luke laughed. "Thanks. It got a bit boring always wearing the same clothes." The Jedi Master then turned his attention to the middle-aged man. "Agent Naadir?"

"That's me. I'm finally meeting the legend of the rebellion, the savior of the Galaxy, the famous Jedi Master."

"And what do you make of me?"

"To be honest... I am a bit disappointed."

Luke couldn't help but chuckle at Naadir's remark.

"No offense, Master Skywalker. It's just that... you blew up the Death Star, you defeated Darth Vader, you are the Master of the ancient Jedi Order. You are a legend. So I expected someone more... impressive? I don't mean that as an insult; it's just that you look like a normal young person."

"I understand what you mean. I felt the same way when I met Master Yoda. I expected a monstrous warrior and instead he was a small - somewhat cute-looking - elder. Yet he was one of the most powerful Jedi in the history of the Order. Looks can deceive."

"That they do..."

The three men walked down a dark alley, heading towards Saul's Strip Club. A muscled bouncer was standing guard outside the entrance.

"Let me handle it," Naadir said. "Trust me, I've got more experience on this than you do."

Luke and Darren simply nodded in agreement.

"Can we go in?" the agent said as he pointed his thumb towards the door.

The bouncer sized them up. "Hm... I can tell cops, and you certainly are one," he said, his voice low and menacing.

"Hey... even cops can use some good time. Just because we serve the law, it doesn't mean we've suddenly become monks." Naadir smirked. "How 'bout I give you a grand and you let us in?"

The bouncer was silent for a moment, contemplating his options. "Fine..." he sighed. Naadir handed him over the credits. "Get inside. Usual rules; no violence, no touching the girls and pay what you buy."

"Perfectly understood!" Naadir patted the man on back, causing him to growl. "Just trying to be friendly my man."

"Get inside before I change my mind!"

Luke had to admit the club was making him feel somewhat dizzy. He rarely ventured to those kinds of places and he wasn't used to their loudness. The colored lights that spun frantically were disorienting. Loud techno-house music was echoing throughout the club. Luke and his companions made their way through the crowd over to the bar.

"What'll you have, handsome?" the barwoman smiled seductively at Luke.

"Eh..." Luke responded with a hesitant, awkward smile.

Seeing this, Naadir couldn't help but chuckle. The famous Jedi hero behaved like a schoolboy. "We'll be having drinks with Mr. Imes," the agent came to his rescue. "We are costumers."

The woman handed over a card to Naadir. "Take this and go to the VIP area. You will find Mr. Imes there." She then turned her gaze back to Luke and winked at him. "Handsome, when you finish whatever business you have with Mr. Imes, what do you say we continue our little conversation?"

"We should get going," Naadir whispered before Luke could have a chance to reply. The three men headed to the VIP area. They found Saul seated on a red silk couch, drinking a glass of whiskey. Next to him was a woman in a long red dress, grinning and kissing gently his cheek. Seeing the three men, Saul whispered to her to leave.

"Please, do take a seat!" Saul said, pointing at the couch opposite to his. The three men sat on the couch, Luke sitting directly opposite to Saul. "It is an honor to have the renowned Master Skywalker keeping me company. Any drinks for you or your associates?"

"Won't be necessary," Luke bluntly replied. He had no time for pleasantries. He discreetly waved his arm. "You will tell me where Adam Palpatine is."

Saul was silent for a few seconds, only to burst into laughter. "Got ya! You really thought you had me, didn't you? Master Skywalker, you disappoint me. This trick might work on an average knucklehead but not on someone like me. I expected you to know better."

"It was worth a try," Luke sighed. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and clasping his hands together. His eyes looked directly into Saul's. "What will it take for you to reveal to us where Adam Palpatine is?"

"I am afraid I cannot do that." Saul paused for a moment to take a sip of whiskey. "You see, I have a policy against revealing the whereabouts of my clients. I can, however, tell you what the young Palpatine is after. For a price of course..."

"Go on..."

"A hundred thousand credits."

"A hundred thousand credits?!" Darren repeated, getting up from his seat. "You've got to be kidding!"

Luke gave a harsh look to Darren, who at once sat down. "Forgive my apprentice for his rudeness," Luke said. "I've got to say though that a hundred thousand credits are a lot of money."

"It's the standard price," Saul explained. "Just because you are a Jedi, it doesn't mean you magically get a discount."

"How 'bout we make a deal? You lower the price to sixty thousand credits and I help you in some other way. It can be useful to have a Jedi as a friend."

Saul grinned. "Oh my, having a Jedi Master in my debt... That sounds enticing. Normally I wouldn't accept such an offer, but I know your type; you aren't one to dishonor your agreements."

"You should also know that I do not hurt innocent people either," Luke clarified.

"Of course. When I ask you to pay off your debt, I can assure you that you won't have to hurt anyone innocent."

"So... I assume you are already thinking which one of your rivals you want me to take care of?"

"Do you have such a low opinion of me, Master Skywalker? It hurts. It really does," Saul said with mock offense. "We have a deal then. Adam Palpatine is looking for the whereabouts of Miss Alessandria Rico."

"Alessandria Rico?" Luke repeated in disbelief. "She was the daughter of Senator Majorian Rico, one of the closest advisers of Emperor Palpatine. But she died in a tragic accident! The starship she was on exploded as it was descending."

"That's what I thought," Saul replied, "so imagine my surprise when my men discovered that the passenger records had been falsified and she had never really boarded the Pathfinder."

"That means the whole accident was a cover up? To make the world believe that Alessandria had been killed?"

"You look surprised. I thought you of all people understood how shady the Empire was."

"And where is she? If we know where she is, then we can find where Adam is too."

"I can tell you, but it will cost you another hundred grand."

"You are pushing it too far," Luke protested. His face showed no discernable reaction and his words were calm, but everyone could see that the Jedi Master was finally running out of patience. "You do not want to make me or the Republic your personal enemies, do you?"

"You certainly got a point. I'll give you that. What... if I were to call in the favor you promised me? I've got a job for you. Do it and I'll send you the last known location of Miss Rico."

"What kind of job?"

"Jailbreak. I assume you've heard of the Frostgate Holding Center?"

"I have!" Naadir interrupted. "It's a private prison managed by Frostfire Solution. They provide maximum-security holding cells to jail the Galaxy's most dangerous criminals. Every single prisoner jailed there is a scumbag."

"I won't be breaking out your buddies for you," Luke said, finger pointed at Saul. "Ask another favor."

"I'm afraid that is your only option. If you do not accept this offer, my info just might not be that reliable."

Luke remained silent. He was reminded of his days in the Rebellions, all those deaths and sacrifices to overthrow the Empire. Now, if Adam Palpatine was found by the Imperial Remnants, all those deaths would have been in vain. He couldn't stomach this. He pounded his fist on the table. It was the first time in years he had lost his cool. He resignedly sighed. "Fine..."

"I want you to get Jorge Fernán out."

"Jorge Fernán?!" Naadir loudly exclaimed. "The Butcher of Kossum?"

"That's the guy."

"He is a madman," Luke replied. "I've met him. He had bloodlust burning in his eyes. His hatred was chilling. Even back then I could tell he was unstable."

"Wait," Darren interrupted. "Can someone tell me who this guy is?"

"He was a Commando of the Rebellion," Luke explained, "who went rogue and started hitting civilian targets. He didn't care if thousands of innocent civilians died if it meant hurting the Empire. He no longer cared about our cause; he was motivated by pure hatred."

"And we are going to get this psycho out?"

"Apparently..."

"Do not worry," Saul smiled. "My client has no intention of letting him roam free. Without revealing too much, I'll just say that they have a vested interest in seeing the man suffer."

"Sounds good enough for me," Naadir said. "Always thought prison was too good for this scumbag."

Adam was walking down a narrow, empty street. He was heading for his ship. It was time to get going. As he marched forward, he began to get the feeling someone was following him. He could hear footsteps, but was unable to tell how far away they were. His curiosity got the better of him and he turned around to see who was following him. It was a lanky Rodian leveling a blaster rifle at him.

"Boy, it's the end of the journey for you," the bounty hunter spoke. "You are coming with me peaceful and quietly, or I'll have to use this blaster."

Adam grinned as he secretly worked a number of poisonous darts into his right palm "You could have already killed me but you did not do so. I wonder why? It certainly would have been the smart thing to do."

"Oh trust me, if it was up to me, you would already be dead. Unfortunately my clients want you alive and delivered safely to them. S-" The Rodian noticed that Adam was holding something in his hand. Before the bounty hunter could pull the trigger, Adam flung the darts at him. The Rodian screamed in pain as the poison entered his bloodstream, shutting off the oxygen supply to his brain and turning his heart to vacant muscle.

"Lesson number one; always focus on your target." Adam reached down and pulled the blaster from the dead Rodian's fingers. "You won't be needing this," he whispered as he holstered it into his belt. Seeing nobody around, he quickly walked away.