Mutou Yugi was not pleased. His first solo mission- absolutely botched.
It really wasn't his fault. He had gone in, fully prepared, but his Japanese accent, although not too terribly heavy, had caused a misunderstanding which caused the smugglers to burst into laughing. It seems that they thought when he said "fuel prices" that he meant "fool prices." In his embarassment, he tried to overcompensate and wound up stumbling on his words. They were still laughing when they escorted him, none too gently, into the storage locker where he currently sat, still red faced, trying furiously to come up with a way to escape.
A loud belch issued through the slats in the flimsy steel door. His guard was a portly human only slightly taller than Yugi, and he was staggering drunk. Out of defiance, curiosity, and boredom, Yugi let out a raw, even louder belch.
"Hooey! For a shmall-trick, yoush got shome air!" The guard laughed raucously, and Yugi scoffed. The guard suddenly peered through the vent, and the stench of cheap booze hit Yugi square in the face. "C'mon, do it agin!"
"What the hell do I look like, a circus animal? I'm not here to entertain you." Picking up a loose fastener, he threw it at the vent.
"Boyo! Little kid's got shome spunk!" The guard suddenly unlocked the door, and waddled in, bringing his blaster and glowlamp with him. "What'sh a little boy like you doing out in big-boy-world?"
Smiling with sarcastic sweetness, Yugi replied, "Making sure that the big babies are listening to what Mommy Republic says." Turning serious, Yugi continued, "I am Jedi Padawan Mutou Yugi, on a mission for the New Republic to attempt to solve a dispute with the local black market over the recent fuel shortages."
"That's cute. Y'know, you're pretty, fer a boy. If you were old enough, I'd-"
"If I weren't too old, I'd deck you just for mentioning that." The fat man blinked, stupefied. "If I were underage, I'd be able to knock you out without anyone looking sideways at me. Since I'm an adult, though, it would go on my record for assault. Not to mention I'd get kicked out of the Academy."
"So you really are an adult?"
"Do people always have to ask me that? Yes, for the ten-thousandth time, yes." The fat man leaned closer to Yugi, and he squirmed as far away as the cramped locker would allow him to.
"Well, then, how's about you an' me-"
"No way! No way in hell!"
"Aw, c'mon, I haven't had any in such a long time-"
"Maybe because you haven't had liposuction or a bath in what, twenty years?" Yugi tried to crawl out from underneath the heavy drunk, but he was pinned in a corner, and could hardly breathe, let alone move. "Get up, baka!"
The drunk wasn't fazed by the insult- chances were he had no idea what Yugi just called him- but he got off of Yugi, and whined, "C'mon! I'll play you for it."
Narrowing his eyes, Yugi cautiously asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"Sabacc! Tell ya what. I win, you gimme yer fruities. You win, I let you out. Deal?"
It was his chance for freedom. Without even thinking about his vow never to game again, Yugi snapped, "Deal. However, I've never played sabacc. I want a thorough explanation of the rules first."
With a grin, the fat man pulled a thick deck of cards out of his pocket. "76-card deck, goal is 23..."
Less than ten minutes later, Yugi was locking the door to a storage locker that housed a very drunk fat man, pocketing a new deck of cards, and holstering a confiscated blaster. Whistling nonchalantly, he strolled out of the warehouse and worked to remember where Lando said to meet him.