The girl only sighed and pointed to an empty booth that, with the lizard's acknowledgement, they walked to with care as they both refused to look at the other. They both sat down, the girl slipped into the booth with ease, placing her helmet on table and watched as her heavy friend tried to squeeze himself into the opposite seat, across from her. He soon fell with a thump on the seat, the noise hiding the kid's small laugh. The trandoshan failed to find amusement in his act and allowed his arms to rest on the table.
"So.... how are you doing with those 'jobs' of yours? You don't seem to need me for comfort anymore."
"Look, I never said that I don't need you, but I need you now, at least for the moment as I wait for my client to show. I could have done this in the street and not even come by, but I chose your diner because its my home away from home."
"So you did kill him? You killed your only mentor to fulfill a life of killing as a hired gun, with the possibility of being killed by a stronger target?"
"I killed him because I promised that I would. I never break my promises. You know this. Vex knows this, as does everyone else who knows me."
The trandoshan sighed and looked out the window toward the dark street, looking past its gloomy houses and people to see the bright light of the surface draining into the massive whole where ships hovered up and down, looking for their own destination and disregarding any other. The girl turned around in her seat to see a man in white robes open the front door to the diner, looking around like he was lost and in need of someone to help him. But the man soon saw what he needed as he walked over to the girl and her friend. The girl put her hand out to shake the man's hand but instead was rudely ignored as the robed man with his fancy hair and goatee take her friend's hand and shake it with a lot of force.
"Sir, I wish to thank you for getting rid of that wookie for me, he was causing so many problems for my business. But I have to ask how you managed such a feat when you look like a drunk slaver with a massive beer gut?"
The girl had enough of that man's talk as she stood up and threw her right fist at the man's jaw.
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