"There it is," Rose said, pointing out the window. "Canto Bight."
"Do you know this town?" Finn asked, glancing down at the controls and feathering their descent on repulsorlifts.
"From stories," Rose replied. "It's a terrible place, full of the worst people in the galaxy."
Finn shook his head, slowly, glancing down. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"What else is new?" Rose asked.
"No, I mean, I have a bad feeling about this," Finn reiterated, pointing down. "Where we're landing. Do you know if we're allowed to park on the beach?"
Rose looked lost.
"I haven't been here before," she pointed out.
"Yeah, well, neither have I," Finn said. "And the last time I followed this kind of feeling I ended up in a coma, but given I was trying to fight Kylo Ren that's probably an improvement."
He fed more power to the repulsors, and they bounced up into the air. "Let's go… uh… there. There's other ships over there."
Two full circuits around the gambling hall later, they finally located the high roller tables, and the man with the red ploom on his clothes looked up at their approach.
"Well, I can tell by your clothes that you're not here to gamble," he said. "Unless you've done an excellent job at concealing your wealth."
"We're not here to gamble," Rose replied. "We're here for your help."
"That doesn't come cheap either," the slicer replied. "But I'm listening."
Finn and Rose exchanged glances.
"...actually, Maz just pointed us at you and assumed we could handle it from there," Finn admitted.
"Maz?" the slicer asked, with a wince. "Maz Kanata? Kanata of the Free Fleet? Kanata the Despoiler? The Pirate Queen?"
"...I don't know 'despoiler' but that sounds like her," Finn said, hesitantly.
"Well… give me a few minutes," the slicer decided. "I'll check with Maz myself, but if she has any idea who you are then I don't want to defy her. What's the mission?"
Finn began to count off on his fingers. "Sneak onto a First Order capital ship, disable a tracking system, get away alive, avoid being noticed."
"Oh, good, something achievable," the slicer declared. "At least I'm not stuck between two impossible tasks."
He frowned. "Do you have a ship? If you parked it on the beach then you might be in trouble, they're strict about that here…"
AN:
Yes, the main problem with their plan actually was parking on the beach.