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"Déshawn..." Raena started.
"This is our mother's killer, Raena," I stopped her.
"Good luck," she finished up, altering her line of conversation.
"A Jedi is neither lucky nor unlucky," I quoted her.
"Besides, looking at our track record," Trance pointed out. "Wishing luck around here is more of a curse than a blessing."
Shomari and I arrived on the bustling planet in as inconspicuous a manner as possible. We had agreed that if we were to join the criminals of Coruscant, we should arrive in a quiet fashion as most of them have. Black cloaks covered our forms, the hoods of which hung around our faces, lengthening the natural shadows of the degraded section of the prospering planet.
"Want a drink?" I nodded towards the bar we'd gotten off of the transport in front of, with a devious smile that he couldn't see.
"I'd really rather start looking," Shomari said with annoyed tone.
"Let's have a drink," I insisted.
Walking into the bar, the standard "bar scene" music playing from the present band of several alien race. I felt a quick wave of understanding from Shomari's mind, as he realized that if we wanted to find any shady characters, this was the most likely place. I purposely pushed my way roughly through the crowd, earning several complaints from the bar's occupants, until a large blue alien, who'd seen my rude approach, decided to block my path. I was powerless to move him, lest I reveal myself as a Jedi. The only Jedi that would usually be found in this place were Sith that frequented such places to visit informants, in some cases for the last time. I tilted my head up so I could look into his face, and cocked my head to the side in a dangerously curious manner.
"Out of my way," I spoke in a menacing, but matter-of-fact voice.
Some unknown language came from him, his fist of claws shaking in my face, and his tone loud, gathering an unneccessary crowd of watchers.
"He said, he doesn't know who you are, but you'd better watch your manners," a bystander translated.
"Tell him, I don't want any problems. But his Hutt-like body is blocking my path to the bar, so I can't get a drink." I told the bystander, keeping my eyes on the aggressive alien, who happened to be the key to my plan.
A few exchanges of alien words later, the blue alien practically yelled his message to the messenger, and the translator shook his head pityingly at me.
"He said take it back, or he will twist your head off in a manner that will make a Wookie cringe." I heard a seemingly universal intake of breath accompany the announcement. "Personally I suggest you listen."
"Even Jabba can't deny the truth. Or take up more room than him for that matter," I jerked my head indicatively at him signaling to deliver my message.
The translator was the only one who spoke this time, but my jaw suddenly felt a flash of heat and I quickly moved it to the right. My newly found opponent's right uppercut was suddenly caught in the ceiling. I looked over him broodingly, as he desperately attempted to dislodge his claws. I snapped a hook into his now exposed side, causing him to to stumble slightly, and yanked his arm out of the ceilings handicapping grasp. I followed up with a spinning backkick that knocked him back even more steps. Then another spin provided the power for my finishing backfist, that whipped him to the side.
"Well, now he's out of my way," I announced, stepping over his large foot and approached the shocked bartender.
I felt a flash of heat on the back of my head, that led to my right cheek. I had to force myself not to avoid it, lest my precognition be discovered, and continued my walk to the bar. A split second later, I understood the warning fully. I was seized bodily, by the back of my head and the alien easily slammed my head on the bar counter. He twisted my neck and pressed the side of my head into the structure and my cheek broke a stray glass, made worse by the alcohol in the drink that leaked into my new cut. I gritted my teeth against the pain and swung a blind elbow behind me on the side of the assault. But he was smart, and a lot more flexible than I'd originally believed. It seemed he'd grabbed me from the opposite side of my body so that it created the illusion of where his body really was. He grabbed my protruding attack and pulled backwards on it twisting my body against the force of the way my feet were rooted. This however applied enough pressure for me to simply lift my legs up. The force of him pushing on my body, caused my feet to swing in a dangerous arc and slam into his face kicking him about 7 feet across the ground. I rolled my neck around my shoulders causing several audible cracks. The alien stood up shakily and I took off with a quick bending of my knees and launched a side kick into his stomach which lifted him bodily from the ground and caused his landing to snatch away his hazy conciousness. I rolled my shoulders in a nonchanlant manner, suggestive of the ease of the fight for me. Spotting Shomari watching from the bar, I turned and joined him, acting as if I didn't know him. Pressing a button on the menu installed directly into the counter, I ordered my drink, catching it as it slid across the counter top into my hand. A slightly hair, green, 4 arm 2 legged creature was manning the bar. I looked him over appraisingly and sighed audibly.
"Problem?" the bartender asked turning away from the glass he was cleaning to look at me.
"Oh," I sounded slightly surprised. "You missed that?"
"Didn't look like that much of a problem from my point of view. Heh, unless you're large and blue." he chuckled.
"Neither of which describe me," I agree. Then I turned so he could see my sliced cheek, which still had alcohol bubbling in it. "However, this is a bit of a problem."
"Well it's not exactly a bacta patch but alcohol still kills infections," he laughed again. "Even if it is a little primitive."
"I was referring to how quickly I could deal with anyone like that," I started indicatively. "Before my weapons were stolen when I arrived here."
"You had weapons, and were robbed of them?" he sounded skeptical.
"And I wouldn't have been if I'd known they were there, before they finished making off with my blasters and vibroblades." I responded quickly.
"Well, I know this fellow," he lowered his voice and I knew what was coming. "Name's Reggoe."
"I guess if I was interested in a hook up that'd be good for me," I took another sip of my drink.
"Would ya let me finish?" He pressed unperturbed. "Anyways he's got his hands deep into selling weapons that are frowned upon by the Federation. I'm sure he could restock you for a good price."
"A good price being?" I asked.
"Up to you two," he said.
"So...should I just click my heels 3 times and pray for him to appear?" I pressed.
"Come back here tomorrow, same time, I'll have him here." he told me with another chuckle.
"I'll see you then," I stood up after polishing off my drink. I dropped payment on the counter, "keep the change."