Episode 2: Solo Ride!

"Heya there! Been a whil' since I couldn get a sight of you.. What's today's reason for you to visit me, Solo?"

A drinking bar, a few people, none humans except one of them; known as Solo.

Welcoming the man with open arms was Djada Hutt.

"Stop screaming, will you? I'm being searched by everyone right now. I got a price on my head and I think I got a sith on my tail too.. My life couldn't get anymore boring..."

Stealing the drink of the alien guy next to him, Solo drank it cold before starting to cry.

"Heh... You surely didn't mean that last sentence.. I told you to revise your synonyms.. You'll look like a dumb one if you don't keep up appearance."

"Stop acting like my mom, Djada. I told you that your husband's assassination attempt on me was forgotten.. My fault to begin with to seduce his adoptive daughter, I mean, Your Daughter."

Apologetic of the past, Djada Hutt couldn't stop being thankful towards the good one that Solo was.

"You are too sweet, Solo. But we shall speak of this in a more calmer moment.. About what you said earlier, what did you mean by the 'Sith'?"

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Suddenly, what came through the rustic door of the bar was a person dressed in pit black clothes and a masked face.

It didn't make a sound while walking despite the creaky wooden floor.

Everyone stopped barking and drinking, as they recognised the attire of the person.

It didn't take Einstein to understand what was going on.

It was the Sith, Solo was talking about.

Seating next to Solo, his one turned his back against it as Djada Hutt spoke with confidence when everyone swallowed their pride.

"Heya dark one.. I present myself as The Owner of this modest bar, I am Djada Hutt, daughter of Milla Hutt and Grand-daughter of Jabba Hutt. What may be the purpose of your visit? Want a drink or are you here to bring trouble?"

Djada Hutt was afraid but seeing that her friend's life was at stake, she intervened knowing this could affect her too.

Then, The masked one removed it's mask, revealing the face of a young woman who was so white and innocent looking that the most dumbs thought of laughing.

But the doubt in them pushed them to stay shut.

"I'm only looking for an honest answer."

"Of what though?"

Asked Djada Hutt, intrigued of what the young woman was going to say.

Solo, on the side of the counter, didn't dare make a sound.

"A man that stole a precious gift for someone I know. Either someone tells me where he is or where he hid the precious gift.. I wouldn't mind which. But. I need an honest answer."

"Ma'am, this is a bar. You'll have to be more specific... We not afraid of you, Sith. If you think you can threaten my people and my friends in my home, you are not getting through with this."

Replied Djada Hutt, as she hit the counter with her fat hands.

The tension arose as the Sith looked bothered.

"Friends?"

Djada Hutt fucked up, Solo understood it right away.

Turning his back right away, Solo grabbed the hand of the sith and 'just' forced her to run out.

"...Solo..?"

The urgency of the situation was that Solo couldn't risk having the life of his friend put on the table.

And the most strange part was the Sith not fighting against.

She just accepted to run with Solo into the nowhereness of the land.

~To be continued~