Chapter 2: Griff

Coronet

After having dinner, Mission and Dustil went to the local cantina to see Griff. The music in the cantina was loud but soothing. Mission and Dustil went and sat at a table in the corner.

"What kind of job does Griff have here?" Dustil asked Mission as he sat down.

"He's a waiter", Mission replied as she looked around. "There he is!" Mission waved her hand in the air catching Griffs attention.

Griff spotted Mission and smiled as he started making his way towards her. "Hey Mission, what brings you to Coronet?"

"Can you sit down for a few minutes Griff? Mission asked. "I really need to talk to you."

Griff nodded and sat down. "Sure Mission, what's going on?"

"The Exchange is looking for you Griff. They have been sending men after me at Telos. I need to know what kind of trouble you're in with them."

Griff looked at Mission surprised. "Why have the Exchange come to see you?"

"They were going to kill me Griff."

Griff's eyes widened in shock. "Kill you? But why?"

Dustil looked at Griff, trying to control his emotions. "Well Griff, my guess would be they probably figured if they killed Mission, you would come out of hiding."

Griff shook his head sadly and looked at Mission. "I am so sorry Mission. I never thought the Exchange would go after you, not with all the Jedi you hang out with."

Mission put her hand on Griff arm. "It's okay Griff. But I need you to tell me what you did. I want to help you try to fix this."

Griff nodded his head and stared at the table as he spoke. "Well, you already know about the whole thing with the Tarisian Ale. When that blew up in my face I took off and tried to hide from the Exchange. Well, when they finally caught up with me they made me a deal."

Mission sighed. "What did you do Griff?"

"They, uh, wanted me to smuggle some spice for them to Coruscant."

"Spice? Oh Griff, you really are a bantha poo-doo."

"It was either that, or a blaster shot to the head Mission. It didn't work out anyway."

"What happened Griff?"

"The closer we got to Coruscant, the more nervous I got. I mean the Republic has really tightened security there lately. So I, uh, shot out of the airlock."

Mission and Dustil laughed.

Dustil looked at Griff. "How much do you owe for the spice?"

Griff looked back down at the table. "Almost 100,000 credits."

Mission's mouth dropped open. "100,000? There's no way we will be able to get our hands on that much credits."

Dustil shrugged. "Maybe we won't have to. We could just try to find this Go-To, and see if we can try to come to some sort of an agreement with him."

Griff looked over at Dustil. "How do you plan on trying to find Go-To? Nobody knows where he lives and nobody has ever seen him."

"Somebody must know something. You just have to know where to look for the information, and ask the right person."

Mission smiled at Dustil. "So, we're going to Bothwui?"

Griff looked at the confused. "Where's Bothwui? And why there?"

Dustil turned to Griff. "Bothwui is the home world to the Bothans. The terrain is pretty much all forest. It's also a major hub for information trafficking."

Mission smiled. "So Griff, want to go fix this problem of yours?"

Griff nodded and stood up. "That would be great. Thank you so much you two. I'm just going to go talk to my boss and let him know I'm leaving for awhile."

Mission watched Griff walk away and then turned to Dustil. "I'm going to go with Griff. I want to make sure he doesn't decide to take off on us."

Dustil nodded. "Good idea, I'll meet you two back at the ship."