Author's note: I want to think 'iluvwm' for the comment on the previous chapter. I am sorry to deliver this one so late but the time just flows without me being able to catch up. I had no idea two whole months have passed since I last updated.
Chapter Summary: In search for Ben Solo, Rey visits the planet of Cantonica to speak with 'uncle' Lando Calrissian. Will she finally learn the location of the man she seeks?
Chapter 6 – Cantonica
"I'm sorry but I don't think I follow. You want me to do what?!" Rey practically yelled the last word, quite appalled by the suggestion of her two droid friends.
"I understand your reservations, Ms," Threepio expressed his sympathy, his domed friend seconding the feeling with a couple of beeps, "but you must attract his attention. Unless you plan to land the Millennium Falcon on the top of his penthouse to achieve that, it's the only viable way."
Gaping at them, she threw her arms in the air to manifest her exasperation and agitation. "But it's illegal!" She shot back with a huff.
R2D2 approached her fearlessly, his beeps adamant. "We're aware of that, Ms, because it's the point of the whole plan." He informed her with such an inappropriate excitement that Rey wondered if he happened to be the architect of this insane idea.
"You don't understand! I'm a lawyer. I'm supposed to abide by the law. Even if it means that I bend it as I wish, I still have to follow the determined limits." She pointed out that her education and her profession was binding for her as she considered them to be part of her morals. "Breaking it, however… That is forbidden."
As expected, the faces of the two droids stared at her mutely but she could detect the compassion in their looks. If she didn't know any better, she would suspect that a malfunction had occurred in their programming and made them to act up, but no matter how much she protested, she knew that they were right. Their plan was her only shot how to get close to the man she needed to find.
Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose.
After spending almost a day on the planet of Cantonica, she had come to the sad realization that getting anywhere near Lando Calrissian was much harder than she had originally thought.
Canto Bight was perhaps a casino city where all kinds of people could gamble their fortune away as they pleased, but the main ones – coincidentally the ones she wanted to visit because several of them were owned by the man she needed to talk with – were a high-class spots. No one could get inside without an invitation or without enough credits to bribe the bouncers.
It was not hard to guess that she was in possession of neither.
The option to waltz into the casino and demand to speak with Lando, however, was out of the question. They would just laugh at her and kick her out before she would be able to say his full name. With all the security measures in place like facial and ID chip scanners at the entrance, and throughout the whole casino, she would be banned from entering forever. Her mission would ultimately fail.
Neither could she fully rely on her Force sensitivity to make such a breakthrough. Her control over it was mediocre at best, so to use the fabled Jedi mind tricks on everyone to bewitch them and make them let her pass without asking for her ID or without questioning her presence in the areas restricted only for personnel was extremely risky and a completely different kind of gambling.
Clueless as what to do, her droid friends concocted a plan because, as it seemed, they did have a lot of experience in pulling stunts of such a kind with their previous owners.
The only Jedi mind trick she would have to perform was on the bouncers at the entrance in order to get inside the casino. After mingling for a while to make sure she was seen and perceived, she would try her luck in a few games. The goal was to win a handful of times to taste the sweetness of victory, and then to gradually start losing by pushing her stroke of luck.
Desperate to get her savings back, she was to start cheating by using the Force and make no secret about it. After all, the security measures had to count with ordinary Force users who would attempt to take advantage of their skills to profit from them by fleeing out of a casino. She wouldn't be doing anything the others before her hadn't already tried.
It meant that being caught should be a quick matter so the usage of the Force didn't require being wondrous. If her sensitivity would prove to be insufficient to draw the attention of the owner of the casino, then she still had the ace up in her sleeve in the form of the golden dice the bouncers were surely to find while searching her. There was no doubt that Lando would immediately recognize it.
Hopefully, he would choose to question her personally – either in a jail or in his office after the bouncers would bring her in front of him – but she would meet him face to face. And that would give her the chance to ask the question she desired to ask so much – do you know where I can find Ben Solo?
Sure, there was a colossal chance that the plan would gigantically fail and she would stay locked up in a jail until the local law enforcement acknowledged that her punishment was long enough for her to become aware of her mistake and make her repent which could take years. She could also be retrieved by the goons of her boss who would drag her back home.
In a way, it was a win-win situation. She would either obtain another clue she needed in order to find the heir of Organa Engineering Company, or she would return to Jakku to work hard and regain the favour of her boss. The responsibility for this crazy scheme should lay with her, anyway, since the moral 'programming' of humans was much easier to breach than the one of the droids.
"I can't believe that an astromech and a protocol droid came up with this." She muttered under her breath, flopping down on the cushioned seats inside the main hold of the spaceship.
After several rubs of her face that meant to scrub away the worries etching deep in her complexion, she released a deep sigh and looked at the two expectant droids. "Okay, what is the first step of this wacky plan?" She asked them matter-of-factly as if they were discussing weather and not an elaborate plan how to cheat in a casino.
"We have to doll you up." Threepio answered with enthusiasm of the old times when he had been servant of senator Amidala who used to be mindful to her appearance most of the time.
Rey slipped, instinctively balancing herself against the muscular arm of her companion with a curse on her tongue. The strappy, copper-coloured heels she wore were actually pretty comfortable but they were supposed to walk on the type of floor that was made for this kind of footwear and not in an underground tunnel that could be easily compared to the insides of a spaceship.
Promptly straightening back up, she smoothed out the fabric of the tea-length sequin rose-gold dress that almost improperly glowed inside the darkened dungeon as the sequins reflected any ray of light they met on their way. Then she took her time to adjust the bodice around her breasts, including the jewels decorating her sober cleavage but mostly uncovered back.
With little credits to spare, she'd had no choice but to gratefully accept the cheapest dress available in one of the clothing shops in Canto Bight. It still cost quite a fortune and she naturally hated such a waste of money. But she had to admit that it performed its job flawlessly – it fit her and it didn't constrain her. Plus, she had managed to capture the desired attention but not enough to become its spotlight.
All in all, the plan concocted by her droid friends was going 'exceptionally' well. She had successfully entered the casino and mingled among the high-class guests, unfortunately spotting several infamous clients of her boss. In that moment, she had rather joined a couple of games to observe the rules and what the mechanics behind wins and losses was in order to learn and find the best way how to go through with the intended scheme.
She had instantly failed to win and since the stakes had been getting much higher than she anticipated, she had become desperate to get her poor saving backs. As a result, she had used the Force which had been more of a knee-jerk reaction to the derailment of the original plan than a carefully crafted trick no one was supposed to notice and that should have helped her to win.
It had brought the desired effect, however. The bouncers had swarmed around her almost immediately, politely asking her to leave the table and come with them. And while she had toyed with the idea to resist and make a scene, she had eventually followed. It had all happened so quietly that barely anyone in the casino had noticed that she had been taken away.
To ensure that she would remain docile, they had restricted her movement with stuncuffs and led her inside a room she had guessed was usually used for interrogation. There, she had emptied her pockets out – in this case her clutch bag – and allowed her belongings to be confiscated. With her questions being ignored, she had been left to sit alone inside the room for what seemed like hours.
When the door had finally opened again, she had been fed and instructed how to behave in the following moments if she wanted to avoid any harm. They required from her to be unresisting, unproblematic and most of all silent which meant that she had no chance to ask where they had intended to take her. She could only hope that the destination was the one she needed to reach.
The tunnels beneath the casino were quite frightening because she could tell that they were habitually used as jail cells. Muffled pleas, shouts and insults could be heard through the walls but the bouncers remained completely unfazed. The moment she had used one of them as her pillar to cease the impeding fall, she was sure that they would throw her inside one of those dark rooms. To her surprise, they did not.
Instead, they grabbed her by the elbow and headed straight to nearest turbolift to take her up to the penthouse where the owner of the casino resided. The sudden change of scenery and the elegant décor of the drawing room honestly took her breath away. She even allowed herself to stop feeling so ill at ease because this place was made to welcome and host the guests dressed in opulent robes and wearing intricate hairstyles.
Unfortunately, she had no time to study the beautiful sculptures and other magnificent pieces of art displayed in the drawing room because she was swiftly taken elsewhere – inside an office. The amount of art collection decreased but that didn't mean her eyes had nothing to admire. Whoever decorated this penthouse had a true sense of taste because while luxurious, the apartment maintained a touch of temperance.
The same could be said about its resident.
A dark-skinned man whose black hair were woven through with silver strands was sitting behind a desk in the middle of the office, his feet propped up on a footstool. Rather than the impressive view on the casino city shrouded in the night he could see behind the window he was so comfortably facing, he pensively studied a golden object holding in his hands instead.
"I used to hate the dice, you know." He remarked with a hint of amusement in his voice while Rey was being brought forward and seated opposite of him in a chair. "They were a reminder of one of the greatest losses I've ever suffered."
Rey obediently followed the rules and refrained from saying anything, simply watching the bouncers removing her stuncuffs. She had suffered enough losses in her lifetime than to prematurely celebrate her victory. Things could still go awry and even securing a personal audience with Lando Calrissian could leave her clueless about the whereabouts of Ben Solo.
"Han, the damned bastard, kept shoving it right in front of my face, telling me smugly that it was his lucky charm." Lando snorted but not as disdainfully as one would expect since the nostalgia in his tone was clearly detectable.
"In the end," he lifted the pair of dice in the air to admire them against the night sky of Cantonica with a sentimental smile, "I suppose it's a token of our friendship."
Sighing, he put his feet down and turned around in his chair to face his new, unfamiliar visitor. "That naturally leads me to one question. Where did you get it, Ms Rey?" He asked her with a pointed look, gesturing to the two bouncers that they could leave them in the office alone.
Frowning in confusion, she didn't dare to speak until the bouncers were gone. "You know my name?" She blurted out right after the door shut behind them, rubbing her reddened and numb wrists to help the blood flow.
"As you surely know, we have facial and ID chip scanners everywhere in the casino." Lando smirked at her but his smile lacked any warmth. Instead, the threat 'don't-play-dumb-with-me' could be detected in his facial features. "I know who you are. I know where you live. I know who you work for."
He lifted a datapad lying on his desk and lazily leaned back in his chair. "Name: Rey. Status: Orphaned. Address: 5 Amity Street, City of Niima. Occupation: Lawyer. Specialization: Commercial and Corporate Law. Affiliation: Plutt & Associates." He recited the selected information stated in the given categories to demonstrate his knowledge about her.
"But what are you doing in my casino and why were you so desperately trying to catch my attention is a mystery to me." He admitted after he put down the datapad and clasped his hands to focus solely on her. "Since I've swallowed the bait, I believe that you'll tell me what I want to know, Ms Rey. Where did you get the dice and what is it that you want from me?"
Rey swallowed the lump in her throat that formed as a result of her nervousness but she didn't dare to break the precious eye contact. "I'm looking for someone and I believe that you are the only person who can tell me where he is. As for the dice…" she paused for a moment to consider whether to lie or to tell the truth, "Chewbacca gave it to me."
If the name meant anything to him – and she knew that it did – he didn't show it. Instead, he chose to study her intently as if he tried to find an error in her statement. It hit her, right here and then, that he knew where the dice should have been so he was just naturally wondering how such a tiny woman like her could have gotten it from the towering wookiee, unless he was sick or even worse, dead.
"You had my curiosity, young lady." He said after a long minute of silence, reaching down to the bottom drawer of his desk to pull out a bottle of some homemade whiskey she rather didn't want to know where he had gotten. "But now you have my attention. Go on."
"As you know, I am a lawyer from Plutt & Associates." She began slowly and reluctantly accepted the poured glass of the golden-brownish liquid, requiting the offered clink. "I officially act on behalf of my client, Snoke Industries, who seeks to make an acquisition of the Organa Engineering Company."
She took a sip of the offered alcohol and her throat momentarily felt as if it was in flames before instantly calming down to leave a pleasant taste of sweet and spicy. "A few days ago, I travelled to Chandrila in order to sign the pre-arranged deal with Ms Leia Organa. Unfortunately, she passed away before I could meet her." She went on, savouring the warmth inside her belly that had settled there.
"Since then, I am… I am…" She tried to pick up the thread of her previous statement but the proper words escaped her notice, forcing her to pause. "According to the message Ms Organa left behind, her allegedly deceased son is actually alive. If I want to conclude the deal, I must find him."
When she looked up at him to seek the answer in his eyes, she had to appreciate him as the casino owner he was – his poker face was still on, unreadable and ambiguous. "What makes you think that I can lead you to him?" He went straight to the point, knowing that it was the best way how to find out how much she actually knew.
It turned out that her knowledge ran quite deep but it barely surprised him. She seemed to be that type of inquisitive, resourceful young lady who refused to bend down before strokes of fate and continued fighting as someone he had once known. Not many people would keep travelling back and forth across the Galaxy just to find one man and finish the job as was required.
When she was done recounting her visit of Kashyyyk, he narrowed his eyes at her and downed his glass. "May I ask you what will you do if I tell you that I don't know where Ben Solo is?" He propped up his chin against his fist, eager to hear the answer. Maybe he shouldn't have teased her like that since she had been absolutely honest with him but he couldn't help himself. It didn't happen every day to him to be someone's 'only hope'.
"I guess I'll go back home to humbly accept my punishment." She shrugged her shoulders in response, subconsciously rubbing her sore wrists again.
His eyes widened in disbelief. "Accept your punishment? Correct me if I'm wrong but you're not responsible for the situation that occurred." He objected with a snort and refilled his glass.
"I think we both know that this not how the world of the law works." She remarked surprisingly soberly for someone who had been living in a dream for the past few days. "We lawyers tend to bend the law according to our wishes because there is always a loophole we can capitalize on. And trust me when I tell you that there is a loophole for this situation. I just chose not to take the advantage of it and decided to walk the honourable path."
Lando burst out laughing, almost choking on the remaining drops of whiskey in his mouth. "Well, look at that! An honourable lawyer!" He chortled at the confirmation of the rare existence of such a species in the Galaxy. "That's the same level like calling someone an 'honourable thief' or an 'honourable smuggler'."
In spite of feeling lack of such a level of amusement, Rey smiled. It was much comfortable to sit here with Lando breaking the barrier of seriousness as he grew jovial than to feel like in the interrogation room. She actually found his company quite enjoyable, allowing herself to relax and offering him to clink the glasses together to seal the development of their relationship, however brief and short-lived it would be.
He took her up on the offer, still bubbling with laughter. "Jokes aside, I will tell you where he is if you want to know. Take it as a favour from an honourable smuggler to an honourable lawyer." He said with a wink, his eyes sparkling with invigorated mischief typical for sympathetic scoundrels.
"You're going to tell me just like that without asking anything in return? No haggling, no bribe requests, no conditions to meet?" She furrowed her eyebrows mistrustfully. People like him usually didn't give valuable information for free.
His whole demeanour suddenly grew serious and his bearing of an aging owner of a casino was a story of the past. Instead, he looked like an uncle worried for the well-being of his nephew. "To know where to find him is one thing, my dear. Entirely different one is to make him talk to you." He uttered sombrely in a grave tone that signed that the task ahead of her wasn't about to be easy. "I need to know if you are up to it."
Leaning forward to closely connect their respective stares and convince him that she was sincere, she sent him a challenging look. "I am ready, Mr. Calrissian. Tell me what I need to know." She requested firmly, prepared for any obstacle that might come her way. She had already surmounted quite a lot of them.
Drawn to the dice, he lifted it by the golden chain and sighed thoughtfully. "He came to me about three years ago, shortly after he learned of Han's death." He confessed with a sad smile on his face because the memory was pretty bittersweet. "I tried to persuade the utterly broken, grieving boy to go back home and reconcile with his mother, but…"
A painful chuckle escaped his lips, forcing him to falter his speech. "You already know that he blames himself for the death of his uncle. You can now add his father's death, too." He remarked with a careworn expression as he finally relaxed the wrinkles of worry on his aging face.
"How's so?" Rey wondered immediately, toying with the glass of whiskey in her hands to occupy herself with something and stop looking so eager since she listened to a real family tragedy. "Chewbacca told me that they had found Ben the day Han died. But before they could have caught up with him, they had encountered the thugs who… who murdered him."
"Do you really think that 'the encounter' was a pure coincidence? Ben tipped them off." Lando gave her the answer she already knew. The whole incident reeked with something suspicious from the start but she had been too reluctant to admit it. "He needed to stall his father in order to escape so he ratted on Han to the first person who bore a grudge against him he met. Sure, he didn't know that it would get him killed, alas…"
Lando had fallen silent and Rey nodded carefully to confirm that she understood the message hidden between the lines of his words. "He couldn't face his mother with the overwhelming guilt he felt." She stated the obvious, finding it extremely ironic that the broken heart of Leia Organa – probably the cause of her death – could also be debited to her errant son.
"Indeed." Lando confirmed with a faraway look as the memories kept projecting inside his head. "He knew that there was no way to make amends for his father, so he remained adamant to make amends for his uncle, at least."
"What did you do with him, then?" Rey asked him since it was evident that Ben hadn't returned back home, but continued in his task to find the birthplace of the Jedi Order just like his uncle intended to do.
Lando smiled foxily as if he considered his action to be a masterpiece. "I made a deal with him. In return for my confidentiality, he would report to me periodically so I would know where he was, how he was doing and whether he didn't need anything." He revealed with a crafty wink of his eye. "He knew that I was in a regular contact with Leia, so I could tell her anytime."
Certain dots representing the pieces of one larger story to which she yet had to assign some appearance finally connected inside her brain. "Oh. You are the 'dear friend of hers' who told her where her son was, right?" She made air quotes around the subject of her questions instead of clapping joyously like a little kid because it felt inappropriate.
"That would be me, yes." He confirmed proudly, not sure whether he should laugh at or pity the young woman. If Leia had divulged his name, the poor girl would have been spared from travelling all over the Galaxy just to get to him.
"Why did you keep it a secret for two years and then decided to tell her?" She asked him, propping her chin against her hand, studying him intently.
His gaze hardened just to prove his point. He was a man of his word and unless he had no other option, he honoured the deals and kept the vows he made. "He broke the rules. He didn't report to me when he promised he would. So, as per our agreement, I didn't wait for his excuses and I contacted Leia right away." He responded perhaps a bit too harshly as if he was actually ashamed that he had acted a bit too impetuously. "He has no idea that she knew, though."
Rather twirling the almost empty glass between her fingers than saying anything, Rey turned her thoughts to the absolutely unbelievable stroke of misfortune Ben apparently had. "When you think about it," she eventually worked up the courage to voice her mind, "it's sad that she didn't get to meet him, even though she was aware of his location for several months."
Her intention wasn't to make it sound as a reproach but it definitely came out that way. Even with everything she knew, she struggled to understand why Leia had lingered on Chandrila, why she had endlessly haggled over the sale of the company and why she had intended to travel all over the Galaxy first to find more about her son when the only thing she needed to do was to reunite with him.
Maybe the raw reality of it all, the knowledge that he was so close, just within the grasp, proved to be so frightening that reuniting with him after such a long time appeared to be much more problematic than she had anticipated.
"Leia was first and foremost a responsible person." Lando shrugged his shoulders as if it was something he had actually learned from her. "She would never drop everything to pursue one person if it meant to leave everyone else behind. That was not her style."
Rey wasn't sure if it had always been the case, but what he had pointed out actually corresponded with what she knew about the former leader of one of the Rebel cells. The woman had abandoned a promising political career that would doubtlessly elevate her to the greatness she was destined for, rather choosing to revive the family business that provided many droids and workers with meaningful jobs.
She had married the love of her life but waited several years to have a baby because she knew that being a mother would require to focus less on the company and she had wanted to be sure that the business would survive. She had lost her brother and lied about the fate of her son to sustain the factory, although she could have selfishly turned away from it without a second glance.
And even after losing her beloved husband, she hadn't forgotten the importance of the legacy her father left behind. She had found where her son was hiding but preferred to stay and negotiate the sale of the company under the conditions she would have found favourable. Then, she had intended to learn more about the man she was about to meet just to be as close to him as she could.
Smoothing her sleekly made hair, Rey heaved out an anxious sigh. The deal wasn't the only thing that required a proper conclusion. The journey Leia had undertaken in order to reunite with her son deserved to be completed, as well. The fact that the result would be entirely different played only a little importance. Leia could conclude her voyage by proxy through Rey.
"Tell me where he is." She requested with a newfound determination, ready to honour the memory of the remarkable woman in the best way she could think about.
"He is on Tatooine." Lando fired right away because he could see that nothing was about to stop this ferocious wonder woman he started to really like. "You should find him in a repair shop in Mos Eisley."
While she understood why would Ben venture there since it was the birthplace of his grandfather and a childhood home of his uncle, she couldn't imagine what he would be doing in a repair shop, let alone why he would stay longer than it was necessary. Tatooine's reputation had undoubtedly improved in the past several years but it could hardly be considered a favourite touristic spot.
The explanation given by Lando, however, was actually pretty simple – Ben's financial reserve wasn't bottomless and if he ever wanted to reach the planet he believed to be the birthplace of the Jedi Order, he needed specially modified spaceship. Running a repair shop meant killing two birds with one stone – he would earn the credits to sustain his existence and obtain the remaining parts he couldn't afford to pay for.
"Thank you, Mr. Calrissian." Rey appreciated his cooperation and nudged her empty glass towards him, retrieving the pair of golden dice connected by chain instead. "It was a real pleasure to meet you."
Lando narrowed his eyes at her in surprise, taken aback by her sudden desire to leave. There were only a handful of people he could talk with so openly and large portion of them were gone. "Wait, is that it? You don't want any advice on how to make him talk to you?" He sounded perhaps a bit more desperate than he actually felt, but he would truly prefer to spend some more time with the lovely and well-informed companion.
"In all honesty, do you even have an advice to give me?" She asked him with a sympathetic smile, letting him know that she would love to stay and talk some more like she had with Chewbacca, but she had been on this quest for far longer than she had first expected and her duty preceded everything.
He burst into laughter because she was absolutely correct. If Ben didn't speak to him willingly, he had to nevertheless utter at least a word because the deal they had made demanded it. "You have a very good point. I actually have no idea how to make him talk to you." He admitted and raised his hands to sign his defeat.
"But I do not dare to doubt you, young lady. I've personally experienced the extent of your resourcefulness, so I believe that you'll easily handle his mistrust towards strangers." He winked at her conspiratorially and extended his hand to offer a polite shake.
When she pulled her hand back after they were done shaking, she noticed that he had slipped a metal plaque of golden colour with black inscription inside her palm. "If you ever need anything, if you ever visit Canto Bight again," he pointed at the plaque with a smile, "just show this at the entrance. You will be brought directly to me."
Overwhelmed by his generosity since he didn't have to pay her as much attention as he eventually had, she rounded the table and planted a grateful kiss on his cheek. What he had done for her meant a great deal and she wanted to appreciate it. She also promised to visit him as soon as she had any time to spare, as well as to remind Ben that he should visit his uncle sometimes.
Afterwards, she was escorted by the bouncers back to the casino. Her savings were returned and she even received the permission to play a few games for free. But as if she had a hunch that warned her about idling, she rather took her leave and headed for the Millennium Falcon so she could fly straight to Tatooine and finally meet the man she was trying to find for so long.
The gut feeling unfortunately proved to be correct. C3PO and R2D2 welcomed her back with joy, both happy for the success of the plan they concocted, but she could tell that something was wrong and it had nothing to do with the concern for her safety. But once they took her to the holotable, it was clear what had happened while she had been away, talking with Lando.
"Rey, sweetheart," the holographic image of her boss checked the door of his office to make sure that he was indeed alone and no one was eavesdropping, "I have no idea what are you doing on Canto Bight, so I will just assume that it's related to your search for the heir."
Rey gulped, struggling with the unpleasant feeling that settled in the pit of her stomach, while Unkar Plutt sat down behind his desk with a weary face, lowering the tone of his voice. "But, you see, I have no other choice but to give you an ultimatum." He sighed as if he took no pleasure from this but someone else was breathing on his neck.
"If you don't conclude the deal in the next seventy two hours, Snoke Industries will take over the company by force." He announced soberly and Rey widened her eyes in shock. Hostile takeover of such a scale would be unprecedented and it would most likely lead to heavy losses both in property and lives of innocent people. "And I will be force to hire bounty hunters to drag you back here, no matter if dead or alive."
She didn't need to replay the message again to be sure that Snoke was the one holding her boss at gunpoint. Plutt was many things but he never threatened the lives of his employees since he saw them as his investment. Whereas Snoke could moderate his temper pretty well but when he had something within his grasp, when it was almost his, he became extremely greedy and outright ruthless.
There was no need to imagine the depth of his fury when he had learned of the unfortunate passing of Leia Organa because it had surely been abysmal. Rey wouldn't even wonder if he was certain that it was her way of getting back at him for ensnaring her in a debt trap that eventually forced her to sell the company to such a monster. It definitely looked like something Leia would perhaps do.
"We must not waste time." She declared in a serious tone to reprimand herself for doing exactly so. Now, when there were people's lives at stake, every minute was as precious as a bag of credits. "Let's head for Tatooine."
The End of Chapter 6