Golden Link Casino

[Piccolo]

OOC: Ah, my mistake.

 

IC: Piccolo holstered his weapons, and stepped out as well. He was confident he could react should she attack. Even if that confidence was a mistake, he would die anyway if he tried to fight his way out.

 

"First of all, I never threatened your children. That was an illusion, literally, if you recall. Your real children were never in danger. I am not entirely without a soul Zara. Secondly, I am here only because of you. I did not ask to have a bounty on my head, I did not ask to be captured by a Sith with a grudge against you, and I did not ask to be forced into a battle. I won't deny my intent was to hunt you, but I hunt on my own terms."

 

Piccolo knew Zara was already aware he was no longer the Black Sun leader. But he felt it a point worth emphasizing.

 

"Yes, in the course of my leadership, I found it necessary to try a little extortion. But I lead no organization now. What happened between us was business. Your bounty made it personal. You are as guilty here as I am."

 

The beginnings of a plan were forming in Piccolo's mind. Not a plan to kill or harm Zara or the Link. That strong desire could be negated through negotiation. Piccolo's Doshan anger was cooling. No, this was something completely different.

 

"The father of your children has gotten me into quite a mess recently. The last thing I need is your goons chasing me down. We need to settle this peacefully, or we can both leave in body bags if you prefer. What do you want? What do I need to do to get this grudge forgotten?"

[Zara Nargal]

Zara listened to him, shutting her saber down, though still holding it ready just incase.

 

"I didn't ask to be kidnapped by you... or tortured, you made me lose a child. You had intended to kidnap my twins, even if it were only clones of them that were killed. That is what made it personal. The bounty stemmed from your actions against me..."

 

She paused, her eyes never leaving Piccolo. The fact that she hadn't wanted the child from the rape didn't matter... it had still been a part of her and she would have dealt with it somehow if she'd have carried it full term. That she'd fallen pregnant again so soon after losing that one was truly a blessing for her as it had been out of love, not pain and hate. Now the father of that child had deserted her too...

 

"I don't see what Ronin has to do with any of this. He left us not long after the twins were born, hasn't had anything to do with us since then."

[darth shadowlord]

"Actually there is, Senorita. You could do me the honor of having supper with me. Pardon me, I have forgotten my manners, I failed to introduce myself to you." He bowed from the hip with a flourish. "Noble Lady, I am the Count Draken Shadowlord of the planet Serenno."

 

He smiled roguishly and produced a small red rose from his sleeve which he presented to her. " It is a pity that the beauty of this rose does not even approach the splendor of your beauty." Draken bowed to her once more. He moved towards his table slowly. "I know that you will be looking for a new venue for your clothing line and I may have just the spot for you. The planet Serenno, maybe just the spot you seek."

 

Draken tilted his head as he noticed something about her that caught his attention. He extended his mind to the Force to see if he had the answer to his question. A small twinkle came into his eye as he discovered the answer to his question, she was indeed Force sensitive. He pulled out her chair for her and wiated till she was seated before he sat down.

[Brina Thalin]

Brina waited. The situation was tense, but it seemed that both Zara and Piccolo were willing to talk out an agreement. If things got to the point where Brina felt secure enough to leave the area, she would continue with what she was doing before and go meet with the Jedi Master. But for now, she would remain vigilant.

 

She motioned the guards back, but warned them to keep away from the walls. They didn't relax their grips on their blasters, but they did back away towards the doors, setting up a rough perimeter around every entrance to the hanger bay. No one would be arriving, and no one would leave the area until there was a guarantee of no more violence.

 

The turrets swiveled, tracking Piccolo's every moves, but did not fire.

[Guest]

Serena sat down as Draken pushed in the chair behind her. An easy smile crossed her face as Draken opened up the wine bottle the waiter had brought to the table. Her nose buried into the rose for a brief moment before she tossed it lightly onto the table. He mentioned a new place for her designs to sell. In those few words she had her compleate attention. Slowly she leaned forward her leg crossed over the other. Her knee broke through the slit in her skirt. Leaning forward on the table she took the proffered glass. Serenno was a planet that she had only heard of in passing.

 

 

 

She swirled the glass around as she and Lord Draken ordered their food. Taking a sip of her wine she gazed at him over her glass. The business proposition running through her head. "How can Tavon Design help the needs of the people of Serenno?" She asked as she set down her wine glass.

[darth shadowlord]

"How can Tavon Design help the needs of the people of Serenno you ask? Well it has been brought to my attention that the people of Serenno have been complaining about the lack of choice in what they wear for clothing. That is where your company comes into the picture, especially since I rule the country because I can have a building readied for you at a moments notice. "

 

He smiled and pulled a small hologram from his pocket. Turning it on, he set it on the center of the table. It showed a beautiful city and the surrounding counrtyside. "This Senorita, is the Capital city of Serenno. Also called Serenno, and this is the surrounding countryside." He paused a moment then spoke again." What do you know of the Force?"

[Guest]

Serena looked at the holocron image. The planet was beautiful. Looking back up at Draken she was surprised by his last question. What did sorcery have to do with her clothing line? "The force ... it's what socerers use to cloud the minds of fools." Serena stated factually.

[darth shadowlord]

Draken looked at her for a moment, suprised that she would say that the Force was used by sorcerers to cloud the mind of fools. He sat there trying to figure out what would cause her to say that. He began to laugh quietly about she had said.

 

"Not quite, I admit it can be used for clouding the minds of weak-minded people. However that is not the only use for the Force. Observe." He pointed a finger at the large metal vase that stood in a corner and using the Force began to pick it up into the air and spin it slowly.

[Guest]

Serena gasped involuntarily as she saw the vase rise. She had heard of the force but to her it was as forign a concept as if someone had told her she could fly. The vase twirled a few more times then was set down in it's place again.

 

Even though she had grown up on Courescant, she had never seen the force at work. It was for mystics, sorcerers, or that is what her father had told her before he died. Composing herself she turned back to Draken. "Interesting, what does this have to do with my designs?"

[ObliviousKnight]

"For Force's sake, can't a girl have a drink and a conversation without dodging into a running firefight?" Armiena complained uselessly, glancing up to the ceiling as though to petition the powers that be if they were playing a cruel joke on the Jedi Grandmaster. However, as always, they remained silent, preferring instead to see how she dealt with the curveballs they threw at her. "Take me there." After considering her alcoholic drink for a moment, she chose to take it with her, then followed the guard's lead to Ms. Nargal's side.

 

It didn't take long for the highly trained Jedi Master and security guard to jog to Nargal's location, but the two had been stopped by a wickedly barbed bulkhead where the armored portal to the hangar should have been. The security guard's jog wound down, allowing the Jedi Master to take point. Armiena could feel the intense pain and death chilling the other side of the bulkhead, and even though there was some risk involved, she knew exactly what she had to do.

 

"Stand back..." Armiena drew one of her crystalline lightsaber hilts from her waist, and not spending any time pondering the situation, she simply ignited the blade and drove it up to the hilt through the door. The armor-rated shell resisted her efforts, but not for long. It was no cortosis, no Phrik alloy--it was only a matter of time before it succumbed to the unyielding energy and even a mortal woman could--

 

--Sensing her opportunity, Armiena drove her armored boot directly through the weakened section of the twisted bulkhead. The glowing oval she slashed had little heart to do anything but to leave a garish burn mark where it landed and scorch the edges of her white robe as she crawled through.

 

"All right, motherfrackers!!!! I'm back! Who wants some? Eh? Eh?" Armiena's emerald eyes feverishly prowled the hangar, searching for the object of her ire. They rested on Captain Piccolo and Zara Nargal; the half-Trandoshan, former head of Black Sun, and the Dathomiri Witch/businesswoman. "Ah-hah!! You want...................... oh." With a definite sense of anticlimax, Armiena suddenly realized that the two opponents seemed to be at a temporary armistice. She glanced down at the scorched floor, a blush coming to her cheeks in the aftermath of her pointlessly dramatic entrance.

 

"Let me try this again. Ah... uhhhhh... don't mind me... um, as long as you don't try to tear each other into pieces, or anything like that." Armiena dipped the blazing tip of her lightsaber, perilously close to a writhing victim's eye. She fell beside the wounded woman, murmuring comforting nothings as she raised her comlink and summoned medical aid.

 

"Easy, easy. Just breathe." Out of pure morbidity, the fingertips of her right hand sought out the tip of the steel thorn that protruded from the woman's chest--collapsed lung, she noted, being careful not to let her alarm show--while she forced her to lock eye contact. "I know it hurts--don't ask how--but medical aid is coming. You'll just have to be tough, that's all."

 

Armiena's eyes ventured towards the most severely wounded of the shattered security detail, a male Devaronian who had been pierced through so many vital organs that the Jedi was amazed that he was still conscious. Such was the curse and boon of his race's capacity for extraordinary toughness, that he would remain conscious to experience this.

 

"Steady." Using a powerful Mind Trick, Armiena deadened the poor sod's nerves as she pulled the man from the wall, trying to not wince at the wet noise as his body fell free of the spikes. She supported his weight as he fell, closing up vital arteries to prevent him from bleeding to death as she worked on sealing up his wounds. She didn't dare attempt to heal his ruined lung, lacking a sufficient knowledge of his species' anatomy, but she could at least provoke his body into a healing frenzy and keep him alive until he got into bacta.

 

I'm getting too good at this for my own good. Armiena spared a glance at her hands, which gradually became soaked with the Devaronian's dark blood as she continued her work.

[Piccolo]

Zara didn't seem interested in answering his question. And with the knowledge she had lost a child, it seemed less and less likely this would come out favorably. Now the goal was merely to get out of here alive. Zara would be his enemy until one of them was no longer in this galaxy, it seemed.

 

"I didn't say Ronin had anything to do with this directly. I was only saying that he has gotten me into enough trouble that I don't need this bounty on my head. He was behind the efforts of the Black Dawn. He purchased my brain from Trowa Barton, and manipulated me. Of course, he disappeared once things turned sour."

 

Piccolo noticed the arrival of the Jedi. He thought for a moment this would turn violent again, but she was more interested in tending the wounded. That was fine by Piccolo.

 

"What do I have to do to get this bounty lifted? I am willing to pay the price necessary to make up for the damage you feel I caused. I'm sure you can think of something someone with my skills would be able to perform."

[darth shadowlord]

"It doesn't have to do with your designs, however it does have to do with you. You are Force sensitive although you do not realize it. This means that you are able to be trained in the ways of the Force and join the ranks of the Jedi or Sith."

[Brina Thalin]

Brina listened to the conversation, at the same time wondering what was taking the medical staff so long to get there. They were alerted as soon as the station was locked down. She'd have to speak with them after this was all over.

 

Suddenly the Jedi burst into the room, ready to fight, then slunk off the side--almost embarassedly, Brina noted with a touch of amusement. But she immediately went to work healing, which Brina was thankful for, given the inconsistencies of their medical staff.

 

Almost as if in response to that, the medical staff came bursting in through the hole Armiena had cut. Sensing the situation, they silently hurried to the injured guards and began to treat them, loading some on to stretchers and taking them back to the med bay immediately.

 

The redhead didn't know what to do. She was not skilled in healing, and didn't want to interrupt the fine balance that Zara and Piccolo had seemingly worked out. But at the same time, she was not one to sit in the background and wait things out.

[Guest]

"It doesn't have to do with your designs, however it does have to do with you. You are Force sensitive although you do not realize it. This means that you are able to be trained in the ways of the Force and join the ranks of the Jedi or Sith."

 

Serena just looked at the man. He was an interesting conundrum. First he was talking about designs then about the Force. Granted she understood that it had everthing to do with her apparently, but she was a skeptic. Somehow it sounded like some sort strange and unusual pick up line. Quickly she gazed around the restaurant to see if anyone was hiding in the wings to jump out and surprise her.

 

Seeing no one she turned her head back to look at the man sitting at her table. Her cerulean gaze met his ebony eyes quickly they searched for any hint that he might be joking or at least trying to pull her already long legs. The voids of his eyes made her acutly aware that he was serious. Slowly she took another sip of her wine and carefully weighted her words.

 

Questions ran through her head as she accepted the truth of his words. She had heard tales of the Jedi and the Sith. "So you are telling me that I have a choice of being a holier then thou Jedi or a Sadistic Sith?" She was hoping that she was getting the sides straight. Although to her black and white were just two sides of the same coin. She leaned back and laughed slightly, "because I would rather be carnal animal then sit on a pedistal and preen my white robes."

 

Her tone shifted dramatically as she leaned forward toward the strange man. "I'm interested in selling my designs ... not your brand of mystisism. So unless this has anything that can help me with that ... I think we are done with this conversation." She pressed a smile to her face hoping that he would either get to the point or he would just leave her alone. She was hoping for the first.

Edited March 13, 2007 by Guest

[Zara Nargal]

Zara felt her face pale as Piccolo stated that Ronin had been behind Black Dawn. With the sense she got through the Force she knew he was telling the truth about it. It seemed as though Piccolo had been through alot as well though she couldn't quite make out how they would have gotten his brain... would he have meant the computer chips that so many, including herself, used?

 

She regarded him carefully, taking another step towards him. Her mind working through ideas of what to have him do to have the bounty lifted. Her eyes went across to Brina, and to the Jedi Master that was now tending the wounded. Her gaze went back to the Bounty Hunter, her shrewd mind working overtime.

 

"Would you be prepared to work for us? Pay a negotiated amount, and do a few jobs to get the bounty lifted?"

[Piccolo]

Piccolo was not above doing grunt work for the Link, as long as it was temporary. He hoped to go under the radar for a while anyway. Working for the Link might give him the cover he needed to let this whole Black Dawn thing blow over.

 

But I'm not going to return myself to slavery. I got out of that condition long ago.

 

Piccolo had to set a few ground rules.

 

"It would depend on the circumstance. I'd need to know exactly how many jobs you'd want done. I mean no disrespect, but I have to be sure you aren't just going to keep piling them on indefinitely. If that condition is met, I would be willing to enter into such an agreement. Don't be mistaken, I still don't like you, and I doubt you care for me. But that is irrelevant in matters of business."

 

Piccolo really didn't care for hardly anyone in this galaxy, so that wasn't really intended to reflect on Zara personally. He just wanted to lay all the cards on the table.

 

She needs to know this isn't a trust based relationship on my end, and that I know it isn't on hers either. I find it difficult to believe she'd forgive so quickly where children are involved. As long as she keeps her word though, that will not matter.

 

As for Piccolo's part, he certainly was not above lying and manipulating to get what he wanted. But never in his life had he broken an agreement, not once. Piccolo was a man of his word, which is why he so rarely gave it.

[ObliviousKnight]

Armiena shook her head briskly and stepped away from the wounded Devaronian that she had been Healing to let the Casino's staff load him onto a stretcher and take him to genuine medical care. He would probably survive his wounds and make a full recovery; Armiena's limited treatment had ensured that he at least wouldn't bleed to death before the surgeons got him into bacta.

 

She brushed a sweaty strand of hair that had fallen across her face, regretting it instantly as her bloodstained fingers smeared the Devaronian's blood over her cheek and along her ebony hair.

 

Job well done, I guess. Armiena reflected in the wake of the most dangerous part of the confrontation. A few of the Casino's staff had indeed were killed by Barton's wall of durasteel thorns, but those men and women had been beyond saving; no amount of medical care would have saved them by the time Armiena arrived on the scene. Most of the staff would probably survive with immediate medical attention, which was already being provided, and a markedly lucky pair of survivors were actually limping away from the carnage with aid from the medical staff, having suffered only relatively minor wounds to their extremities.

 

It was almost ironic, actually, that Armiena had succeeded in her business without even speaking to Ms. Nargal. Her intention had actually been to warn her about a possible collaboration between Trowa Barton and Piccolo, and it seemed that the uneasy alliance had already unraveled before their eyes.

 

Saves me some time. Armiena might have actually grinned, had she not already joined a pair of medical personnel stabilizing one of the most badly wounded casualties that hadn't already been loaded onto a stretcher. The two were loathe to let the Jedi get too close to their charge, as her hands had been lightly dusted by the Devaronian's blood, but they were grateful to have her assistance in knitting together a major artery that had been punctured by one of the steel brambles.

[Zara Nargal]

Zara kept her eye on Piccolo, listening to his conditions, then glanced at the Jedi Master and to Brina.

 

"The feeling is mutual believe me. I don't like you either. To be fair, I suggest we move this into an office along with the Jedi Master as a mediator and with my partner Brina. We can sit down and work out a contract that will... suit both of us. It will also allow my people to clean up in here and to care for the remaining wounded and dead."

 

She turned back towards the Jedi Master, Zara's force sense showing her gratitude to her for healing the wounded. She turned back towards Piccolo.

 

"Would you agree to moving this to a meeting room?"

[Piccolo]

Piccolo did not trust Zara. However, he did trust the word of a Jedi. If Armiena was involved, Piccolo would be willing to go deeper into they labrynth. Piccolo had never wronged Armiena, and though he had no love for Jedi, he recognized their honesty.

 

"Very well. Lead the way."

[darth shadowlord]

"So you are telling me that I have a choice of being a holier then thou Jedi or a Sadistic Sith?"

 

"Well I wouldn't have put it in that manner but yes. You do have the ability to be either a Sith or a Jedi should you so choose. That aside, I still wish for you to bring your designs to my world. If you wish, I will have a building prepared for your company and the taxes will be waved on the product you produce for the first three years."

 

Draken smiled at her while she spoke again. "I would rather be carnal animal then sit on a pedistal and preen my white robes."

 

He winked slyly. "You might say that carnal animals as you refer to them might just be my specialty. But enough of that. Allow me to make a two-fold offer to you. Do me the honor of bringing your company to Serenno and learning more about the Force

[Zara Nargal]

((OOC: Click the Link... Just did this one yesterday... figured Zara would look something like this... http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50875766/ ))

 

Motioning for the others to precede her out of the hanger, Zara then led the way to an office just off the secure hanger. She kept her senses stretched, feeling she was taking a risk walking in front of him when he still had all his weaponry. At the slightest hint of danger she'd act.

 

The room was simply furnished though had everything required for a meeting. She waited for Piccolo, Brina and Armiena to enter the room, calling for refreshments to be sent for them all.

 

"Ok. We will need to negotiate the amount you should pay us and what sort of work you will be willing to do for us to have that bounty lifted."

[Guest]

Serena sat and thought about his proposal. ~Three years without taxes. Promising idea. But learning about the force ... still seems like a pick up tactic to me.~ She thought as she watched Draken's movements as he sat there. The man moved as one who was confident in that she would say yes. In the end, she would, but it chaifed that he would be smug about that fact.

 

Leaning back in her chair she nodded. "Okay ... I'll bring my designs to Serenno and learn about the force. What you seem to think I need to know." Sitting up she extended her hand to shake his. "Just keep your end of the bargin and I'll keep mine. Congratulations ... Serenno will be one of the elite that get to carry the designs of Tavon."

[Piccolo]

Piccolo did not take a seat, nor did he accept refreshments that came his way. His battle equipment wasn't suited well to sitting, and he would have had to remove his mask to consume anything, even if he had been interested. Piccolo merely stood, as still as possible. Piccolo had trained himself well to stand with as little movement as he could. He focused only on maintaining his mental focus. With two Force-users in the room, one could never be sure when one would try to read his mind. Piccolo let the silence linger when Zara had finished.

 

She already seems to be asking for too much.

 

"Pay you? That's not going to happen if I have to also to perform tasks for you. It's one or the other. I'm not above paying you off and I'm not above working for free. But as far as I'm concerned, you need this feud gone as much as I do. So it would be unwise for you to think this an opportunity to fleece me."

[ObliviousKnight]

Just moments before Piccolo and Ms. Nargal entered into the office, Armiena had excused herself so she could at least clean up after helping the Casino's medical staff with the wounded. The blood from Nargal's employees had begun to dry on her fingers and the knees, tainting the air around her figure with a generally unhygienic smell. Armiena had only delayed the two for perhaps a minute or two, but she trusted them to not try to kill each other in her absence.

 

The Jedi woman quickly returned, clad in a more traditional, and thankfully clean, tan Jedi robe. She accepted a glass of water and downed it in the few seconds it took for her take a seat--anything to get rid of the smell of blood that was lingering in the back of her throat.

 

As the negotiations began and immediately seemed to hit a minor snag, Armiena simply leaned back in her chair, casually crossed her legs, and apparently found something fascinating on her fingertips--that, or she was merely distracted by a patch of dried blood still clinging to her fingers. She had her own opinions about what exactly Piccolo owed the Golden Link and Ms. Nargal, but she was content with letting the two conduct the negotiations until she was needed.

[Zara Nargal]

Zara gazed back at him, "You didn't seem to have a problem with it when I suggested it back in the hanger..."

 

Turning towards the Jedi Master, Zara spoke again,

 

"What would you suggest Master Jedi?"

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian and Damon's E-Wings pulled out of hyperspace near the Casino, Aryian's senses in the Force immediately reaching out to his bride.

 

I'm here...

[ObliviousKnight]

"I've done a little bit of research on the public documents the Casino releases, and it seems to me that money isn't a terribly great concern for your operation. You can always make more money, and given the peculiar mechanics of the roleplaying game we find ourselves caught in..." Armiena's eyes took on a distant, glazed quality. Given the nonsense she was speaking of and the disfocused look in her emerald eyes, one could easily question her sanity. "Making a considerable profit should only be a matter of time."

 

Then she blinked, frowning at the glass of water she held in her fingertips. She had no idea why she would have said such an absurd thing--was it possible that the water had been tainted, even inadvertently?

 

Armiena's point still stood, however. Money was probably only a secondary concern to Ms. Nargal, given that profitability of their casino and the less public enterprises that The Link was likely involved in.

 

"I'm not entirely sure why I just said that. Huh. Anyways, it seems to me that it would be most useful if you would designate a few assignments to Mr. Piccolo in exchange for lifting the bounty. I believe that it would be the most beneficial course of action for both of you. However, given how... specialized... Piccolo's talents seem to be..." Even though Armiena's voice trailed off vaguely at the end of her suggestion, the inference was obvious. The Jedi knew Piccolo as a devastating fighter and competent tactician, and coming to common ground on the work he could accomplish to clear his bounty would be a tricky process.

 

Armiena had a reason for suddenly losing her train of thought in mid-sentence. At that moment, her fiance had arrived in the vicinity of the Golden Link Casino. In fact, Armiena succeeded in detecting his presence about a second before his ship reverted from hyperspace. A smile spontaneously formed on her lips when his Force-voice came to her mind, and it quickly became obvious to the other Force-sensitives in the room that she would have liked the negotiations to end as quickly as possible--successfully, of course--so she could see her love.

[Brina Thalin]

As soon as Zara mentioned money, Brina could tell it was probably not the best move. She was gratified by Piccolo's harsh reaction. It would be interesting to see what arrangements could be worked out that would satisfy both the Trandoshan and the Dathomirian witch.

 

She stood quietly behind Zara and to the right, observing the goings on, but not speaking. It wasn't really her quarrel, and as much as she'd like to see Piccolo put in his place for what he had done to her friend, at the same time, she had always secretly respected the bounty hunter's reputation and exploits when she was younger, although they were admittedly brutal. Back when she was a smuggler, she had often though about how he had his success, and what it would have looked like for her to take up bounty hunting herself. Of course, her life had changed much since then, but the old feelings still stirred deep within her.

 

She listened to what the Jedi had to say, and thought it a well-rounded opinion. She seemed to know what she was talking about, Brina thought. She hoped Zara would be willing to listen and take her advice.

[darth shadowlord]

"Very well. I have one minor question for you however. Do you have a ship or way of transportation to Serenno? Or would you wish to travel with me on my ship?" Draken knew that what he had just said could be taken as a form of pick-up line. However he hadn't meant it as such, he had only meant it as an offer from a gentleman to a lady. With a quick nod to her, he pulled out a small piece of parchment and wrote a small note of it in flowing handwriting.

 

The note was to Zara and explained that he had returned to Serenno, but that he was still willing to teach her how to use the Darkside if she wished to learn still. In smaller handwriting, he left a small postscript. Zara, when next we meet, I have an offer that could benefit your Casino and you in several ways. Until we meet again Lady Zara. Draken signed the note then folded the note twice. He attached his personal seal to the note and summoned the waitress over to the table.

 

"Give this to the Lady Zara and no one else. Tell her it is from the Count Shadowlord. She will understand."

 

Draken turned back to Serena. "I will be in the Forward hanger bay at my ship. If you need a ride to Serenno, you will find me there. Until then Lady Tavon." He bowed from the hip as he stood, leaving a thousand credit chip on the table to cover the meal and wine. Then he slowly walked to his ship and began to prep the engines for take off.

[Piccolo]

Piccolo didn't recall Zara mentioning that previously. But then again, he was a little worried about her security force tearing him to pieces at the time. If it came down to it though, Piccolo would throw her some credits. His personal accounts were rarely used, given his previous access to Black Sun financial assets. He had enough credits stashed away.

 

Of course, all that is in the past. I would hate to start wasting money already. I have to teach myself a little frugality.

 

Luckily for the bounty hunter Armiena seemed to be on his side. She also seemed a few apples short though.

 

"The Jedi's words make sense."

 

For the most part anyway.

 

"If you set out everything I have to do now, it will all be done. As long as you don't try to pile things on later, there really are few things I would refuse to perform."