Chapter 4: Speeders and leerers
Disclaimer: Yeah hi. I'm not a millionaire thus I do not own star wars.
Jiro dropped them off at a dingy pub in town. Luke knew it well. It was where he used to get his parts to work on his speeder and watch the pod races when he was allowed out of the house.
Luke walked in trying not to attract attention as he headed to the counter. The alien turned around and looked at Luke up and down. Mara noticed he slipped one of his four hands under the counter and pressed a button when he saw their lightsabers.
"What can I do for you today sir?" He asked as if he hadn't noticed anything.
"I need a speeder. Good quality, able to last the storms, good speed, you know the deal." Luke spoke quickly and firmly.
"We don't sell speeders here. You have to go to one of the local junk dealers for that. Nope only beverages." The alien claimed as he handed a glass to someone.
"Yes you do. I lived here when I was little Mikro. I know what goes on here and I'm not here to bust you. Frankly I could care less what illegal gambling you've done here." Luke continued as if he didn't care that the law was there.
"Fine fine. I think I have a speeder you would like. Good condition. Kid took care of it. Sky something or other. Sold it when his farm burned. Probably needed the money for food. Shame really, they say he could do the races better than anyone." The alien shook his head.
Mara stared shocked at how many people were nodding in agreement. "So Skywalker, you were famous here?" Mara asked him loudly. The alien spun around and stared at her then looked back at Luke.
"Thanks a lot Mara!" He said harshly as he began to be surrounded with people. "I was trying to remain anonymous."
The alien smiled and handed Luke the keys to his old speeder. "It was yours anyway. Use it while you're in town. Show the little lady your skills with it." The alien leered at Mara.
"Keep your eyes and any other part of your body you value off my fiancé. I am not good at sharing." Luke commented simply.
"Oh so you are a tough guy now? So this little lady is your girl Skywalker. I think I'd rather like to try her myself." One of Luke's old competitors leered at Mara.
Mara pushed him against the wall and pulled a vibroblade out of her boot. She pushed the blade into his throat. "What was that you no brained –"
"Mara. We got what we came for. Lets go." Luke looked at her pleadingly.
"I'm leaving you alone only because I came here for a reason. If you so much as say one more word, or even make a sound while I am still within hearing distance I will cut out your vocal cords and throw you into a sarlacc pit. Do I make myself clear?" Mara watched as he nodded what little he could.
Mara dropped him to the floor and followed Luke out. "Now then on to this farm of yours."
Disclaimer: Yeah hi. I'm not a millionaire thus I do not own star wars.
Jiro dropped them off at a dingy pub in town. Luke knew it well. It was where he used to get his parts to work on his speeder and watch the pod races when he was allowed out of the house.
Luke walked in trying not to attract attention as he headed to the counter. The alien turned around and looked at Luke up and down. Mara noticed he slipped one of his four hands under the counter and pressed a button when he saw their lightsabers.
"What can I do for you today sir?" He asked as if he hadn't noticed anything.
"I need a speeder. Good quality, able to last the storms, good speed, you know the deal." Luke spoke quickly and firmly.
"We don't sell speeders here. You have to go to one of the local junk dealers for that. Nope only beverages." The alien claimed as he handed a glass to someone.
"Yes you do. I lived here when I was little Mikro. I know what goes on here and I'm not here to bust you. Frankly I could care less what illegal gambling you've done here." Luke continued as if he didn't care that the law was there.
"Fine fine. I think I have a speeder you would like. Good condition. Kid took care of it. Sky something or other. Sold it when his farm burned. Probably needed the money for food. Shame really, they say he could do the races better than anyone." The alien shook his head.
Mara stared shocked at how many people were nodding in agreement. "So Skywalker, you were famous here?" Mara asked him loudly. The alien spun around and stared at her then looked back at Luke.
"Thanks a lot Mara!" He said harshly as he began to be surrounded with people. "I was trying to remain anonymous."
The alien smiled and handed Luke the keys to his old speeder. "It was yours anyway. Use it while you're in town. Show the little lady your skills with it." The alien leered at Mara.
"Keep your eyes and any other part of your body you value off my fiancé. I am not good at sharing." Luke commented simply.
"Oh so you are a tough guy now? So this little lady is your girl Skywalker. I think I'd rather like to try her myself." One of Luke's old competitors leered at Mara.
Mara pushed him against the wall and pulled a vibroblade out of her boot. She pushed the blade into his throat. "What was that you no brained –"
"Mara. We got what we came for. Lets go." Luke looked at her pleadingly.
"I'm leaving you alone only because I came here for a reason. If you so much as say one more word, or even make a sound while I am still within hearing distance I will cut out your vocal cords and throw you into a sarlacc pit. Do I make myself clear?" Mara watched as he nodded what little he could.
Mara dropped him to the floor and followed Luke out. "Now then on to this farm of yours."