Chapter I
The cantina was full of life, as always. From the stage you could hear the famous music which could be heard in all the cantinas in the galaxy. And in almost every corner you could see the beautiful Twi'lek entertainers performing their attractive dance, in which you never got tired of. At one of the gambling tables sat a trandoshan, probably bounty hunter, playing a game of cards against a wookie. Mostly because of the huge pile of credits lying between them I wondered who would get most aggressive of them when he or she has realized that he or she had lost. At another table I saw that good for nothing merc Deelo, who from time to time cast a quick glance towards me, followed by turning his attention back to the ithorian thug, figured out that guys job when I saw the blaster he carried, whom he was trying to sell drugs to. Even for a rodian, he was extremely ugly, I almost could imagine how his wife must look like. I laughed a little at the thought of her.
"What's so funny pal?", asked a voice behind me. It was a male, no doubt about that. Pity, I thought that someone for once should ask me up for a dance. I sighed and turned around to face a black haired man with a short moustache. He was clad in the recognizable Nar Shaddaa Security uniform. Judging by the colours of the pin on his jacket he was an officer. He was the lowest grade of officer to be more precise. As he saw my face, his expression changed from a slightly happy one, to a quite amazed. I must admit that I was a bit surprised to see this kind of reaction.
"You're a Jedi, aren't you?", he finally asked. When I heard those words, thousands of answers showed up in my mind and I, of course, choose the most obvious one of them all.
"I'm no Jedi", I answered. Damn, that was truly pathetic.
"You're not?", he asked with a tone of surprise. "I apologize sir, my mistake." I was shocked. I didn't think there was any people left who would believe in such an obvious attempt to hide your identity. This guy must be the last one of those sort of people.
"My name is Corey, Corey Powers", he said and shook my hand. "And I am an..."
"NSS Officer", I interrupted. "Yes I know"
"Yes", he said with a laugh. "Yes I am. And you are...?"
"Nibro", I answered.
"Nibro?", he repeated questioning.
"Iskach", I continued. I figured he wanted my full name. "Nibro Iskach"
"So mr. Iskach", he started. "What are you planning on doing in the hellhole of the galaxy? I mean, it's not excactly the kind of place you'll spend your holiday on, right?"
I sighed. I would rather not tell his why I appeared to be here, he might get suspicious about my past. But if I didn't tell him, he might think I was a smuggler or something waiting for some drugdealer to show up. It was only three days ago I knew that I would end up here, but it felt like much, much longer.