End of the Assignment
Chapter 3
Tatooine – a few weeks later
Siri looked at herself in a mirror in the just-landed freighter. She certainly didn't look like a Jedi Padawan, with black pants, a tight black top, and a long, black leather jacket. Her blaster felt heavy and awkward attached to her belt. Her hair had been cut a few centimeters and dyed light auburn. Amazing what a simple change like hair could do to make you look less innocent.
"My name is Zora. I'm interested in learning the slave trade," she practiced, trying not to let her Core World accent be noticeable.
Who is stupid enough to believe this crap?
No turning back now, she grabbed her pack and got off the freighter. It was hot enough outside that she felt she was stepping into an oven. Trying to get out of the heat, she walked into the nearest bar and ordered a drink. A humanoid with spiky red hair sat on the barstool next to hers and leaned in close.
"Haven't seen you around here before," he said.
"No, I'm visiting," she answered.
"Please. Nobody visits Tatooine unless they want something, well, under-the table. Maybe I can help?"
"No, thanks." Siri answered, not sure if she could trust him and not wanting to make her mission too obvious.
"Seriously, a girl like you shouldn't be in here alone, even with a blaster. Sure I can't help?"
"All right," she answered, glancing around the bar. "Do you know where Krayn was last seen?"
"Just one system over. I have a friend of a friend who works for him. Why?"
"I'm trying to find him."
"Trying to rescue someone?" he asked. "That could get pretty dangerous."
"I'm not rescuing anyone," she answered. "But do you think you could give your friend a message?"
"I guess. What message?"
"Tell Krayn that Zora would like to meet with him."