The Kenobi Underground

Part VIII

Carry On

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"We were just released from our punishment over the last Order. There's no way we can discuss another, especially one centering around the Last Supreme Okew. Don't you think he'd know when an Order was placed on him?"

"Qui-Gon is ignorant when it comes to his own charms, Bekki! It's perfect."

"Why can't we all just have our own little worships? Why risk it?"

"The bigger we get, the bigger the merchandise options, the more we gain access to the authentics."

Bekki watched her former, fellow Okew's eyes with skepticisim. They were lucky Obi-Wan survived the Tertura's advances, that he had talked them down. What if it had been more serious?

"I admit, it won't be as big as the Okew Order, but the Quiry members will be just as adament."

"I think we should drop it."

"And think of all that hair?! How's he gonna miss a few strands? We could make a fortune."

"Muffi. Halt. Cease. That's enough. No more."

"Aw, but Bekki…"

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The lone figure strolled the enclosing hallway with a weight to his shoulders, mind slowing after a long day. He was just about to turn the corner to his quarters when he heard a hiss in his direction. It was a person loitering to his left, looking to have just appeared in the shadow of their robe.

"Yes?" he quirked a brow beneath the darkness of his own hood.

"I've got something you might like, sir. Something highly illegal."

"What would it be?"

"A strand of Obi-Wan Kenobi's hair. I assure you, it's the real thing, none of this Post-Okew Order trash circulatin', but the real thing, red as copper, shiny as silk, long as a carrot."

Both Mace's brows shot up, "I beg your pardon?"

"I give it to ye at a fair price. One hundred credits."

"A hundred credits!" Mace nearly laughed despite himself.

"Ninety, then, but that's me final offer."

He lifted back his hood and revealed himself to the peddling stranger, giving the alien a wilting stare.

"Oh! It's you, Mace! For you, forty credits."

"That's much better, Qui-Gon. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Where'd you get that horrible accent?"

"I've been trying it out. It seems to be working."

"Ah."

"Forty?"

"Right here."

"Hey, Mace. I got one for you…"

"What is it?"

"Who's the black Jedi Knight who's the sex machine with all the chicks…"

"Mace!"

"Can you dig it!? They say that cat Mace is one bad mother--"

"Shut yo' mouth."

"But I'm talkin' 'bout Mace!"

"We can dig it."

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The End / Fin`

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Second Disclaimer Note: I do not own nor am I affiliated with any companies or organizations that have any legal right or claim to any producer, creator or persons from "Shaft". Mad props to Monica for the idea, though.