Loryn was off playing Sabacc while Lars and Jared sat at the bar. "She doesn't like me very much, does she?" Lars said suddenly.

"Who, Loryn?" Jared said.

"Yeah," Lars replied. "I can tell by the way she acts around me."

"Well, it's not you, per se," Jared said.

"What do you mean?"

"You see, a few years back," Jared continued, "Loryn's parents worked on Corellia as police officers. One day, they broke up an illegal smuggling ring run by this powerful crimelord. In the process of the sting, they were killed by some of the smugglers. Ever since, she's associated all smugglers with the ones that murdered her parents."

"Oh," Lars said. "That's a terrible story."

"So, you see, it's nothing personal really," Jared said. "Deep down, I bet she really likes you."

"I'm sure," Lars said, non-comittally. "But, I hope your friend can get my ship fixed soon. The sooner we get to that planet you're heading to, the sooner I can get paid, and the sooner I'll be heading on my way out."

Jared finished his drink. "I don't think you've thought it all the way through there Lars."

"Oh, now what?" Lars said suddenly. "And why do I get the feeling I won't like this?"

"I hate to break it to you," Jared said. "But, you remember that checkpoint back there. You may not realize this, but, a few Stormtroopers were killed on board your ship, not mention that a couple of TIE fighters were destroyed...by the turrets of your ship. The Empire has id'd your ship. So, whether you like it or not, you're probably a wanted man."

Lars slammed down his glass. "Why did I take this job?!?!" he screamed. "I knew better than to get mixed up with you and your friends!" Everyone in the bar stared. "What am I going to do now? Huh? Can you tell me that?!? Can you?! You just had to pick me out didn't you?"

"Lars, you're drunk," Jared commented. "Calm down, it's not as bad as it seems."

"Oh excuse me," Lars said. "Mr. rebel soldier, please shoot me now!" Lars passed out.

"Note, Corellian drinks are too strong for Lars," Jared muttered. Jared stood up and picked Lars up and threw him over his shoulder. "Loryn, come on. Let's go see if his ship is ready."

Loryn put her cards down. "Sorry boys, we'll have to continue this game later," Loryn said and started to walk off. Before she did, she went back to the table and grabbed most of the credits, leaving about ten out of the one hundred left. "I"ll be taking mine, thank you."

The three made their way to where Lars' ship was located. "What happened to that guy?" Darsani asked.

"Let's just say this man is definitly not from Corellia," Jared said.

"The Corellian drinks, eh?" Darsani asked hypothetically. "You can put him in his ship. We'll be finished within the next hour. Oh, and we fixed that smuggling compartment. Be careful next time. With weapons like that, the Imperials would love to know about the illegal weapons in there."

Within an hour, the group was heading back on their way.