Nine

The man in the white cloak threaded like a moth between the sticky, grimy inhabitants of the filthy city known as Mos Eisley, until he stopped at a small, open-doored office in the middle of the shopping district. The Twilek sitting at the desk uncoiled his head-tails in greeting.

"Hello, sir," he said in heavily accented Basic. "What can I do for you on this fine day?"

"I'd like to place an order."

"Of course." The Twilek took out an electronic pad and stylus. "Which planet?"

"Naboo."

"Ah... Naboo. And what do you want from there?"

"Wildflowers."

The Twilek eyed the man suspiciously. "You will not question me why," said the man.

"Of course, I will not question you why, good sir." The Twilek jotted the order down on his pad. "Anything else?"

"Yes. Butter rolls. A box. That will be all."

"And who shall I send the bill to when the order comes?"

The man was silent for a while. Then, "Obi Wan -- no. Send it to Ben Kenobi. That's my name. Ben Kenobi."

I won't go down with this ship

I won't put my hands up and surrender

There will be no white flag upon my door

I'm in love and I always will be…

Finis.

Notes: Venenum means poison in Latin, if you haven't guessed already. Chingdu means light poison in Mandarin Chinese. (Ching = light, du = poison.) Wonderful song at the end is called White Flag, by Dido.

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