little hole in the wall in Maurtia Falls [And he sends along the address of said hole in the wall, a sleazy little dive bar that nevertheless isn't going to turn an imPort away when his money is good and he's looking for a stiff drink.]
stay away from the table with the wobbly legs, fine
[...it's the exact table he's sitting at right now, and with a sigh, he vacates the table and transfers to another one. It's hardly any better, the surface is littered with carvings and graffiti, but at least it's not too wobbly.
It also keeps the entrance within Han's sightline, so he leans back against his chair, orders a drink, and tries not to look like he's waiting on someone to show. Or that he's had a very, very long week.]
[ It takes Lando about fifteen minutes to get there, but he spots Han right away and heads over, ordering himself a drink once the waitress walks over. ]
And a round of shots, I think. Judging by the week my friend's had.
[Damn, he's getting rusty at keeping up the old bravado. He nods gratefully to the waitress, because who is he to turn down a free round of shots, right? He rests an elbow on the table, incidentally covering up a cartoon dick.]
I'm surprised nobody else got murdered, 'sides the old fossil. [A beat.] Or not so old.
All I knew about him before I got to this place was that he was a crazy old man who died before he got around to paying me. [Which is one way of stiffing him on the bill.] Luke knew him better.
[The drinks come after that, and Han nods to the waiter in thanks. He'll tip plenty later, if he's not so drunk he passes out. Which, considering his mood, is a likely possibility.]
But that's the theory, yeah. Something's just fishy about this whole mess, but I don't know what. Neither do Luke or Leia. [He would rather walk over hot coals while barefoot and with the risk of being swallowed by a sarlacc lying underneath than talk to Vader.]
[He clinks his shot glass against Lando's, and then tosses it back. The burn of the alcohol in his throat gets him to cough a little, but otherwise it's not a half-bad start to the night.]
Yeah, little problem thereโhe doesn't remember it. It's like the whole day was just wiped from his head.
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[ Lando gives Han a surprised look, then downs his own shot. ]
Well that's... certainly throwing a wrinkle into things. You think someone messed with his memories? Who could do something like that, to a Jedi of all people.
And they're great at it. Thought everything through. They even covered for the convenient resurrection, and the best theory I've got is that whoever they were, they were an imPort. Or at least they knew imPorts pretty damn well, if they could cover for that part.
[Which isn't helpful considering the sheer number of them. He presses his fingers to his temples, rubbing absently.]
That, and it's been too long since we had one. Figured I'd take out two mynocks in one shot.
It would have to be an imPort. I don't know of any native-- or group of natives-- that could do what you're talking about. Especially to a Jedi like Kenobi.
[ He takes his drink and sips it, thinking. ]
Do you think they'll strike again? There are more Jedi here, after all.
[He lives next to Luke. He can keep an eye on him, on Leia, on Kylo, if he has to.]
But I don't think so. Kenobi's a police officerโmight be he saw something he shouldn't have. If that's the case, soon as he's gone from the picture, the killer doesn't have to go after any other Jedi. [A cold, cold comfort, considering how much of a threat this unknown killer is.] But I wouldn't put it past them to do it again. To anyone, not just a Jedi, who manages to get in their way.
[Considering how often their galaxy's baggage seems to spill all over the network? He'll give it a few days and be pleasantly surprised when it lasts longer than that.]
Yeah? I've been here almost a year, every time I think this mudball can't surprise me anymore, there's something else that happens just to prove me wrong.
'S'probably even worse now, because you can't just shoot 'em and be done with it either. It's always one thing or another keeping you from pulling the trigger.
[And he tosses his own drink back, because damn, does he really need it.]
And meanwhile they're gonna keep dragging up our galaxy's mess onto everyone's comms, and next thing you know everyone's got an opinion and they feel like sharing it. Even the ones who've only seen, what, holos from another universe? [A snort.] Like that makes them experts. Shavit.
It's definitely easier to get away with shooting people when there's a war involved.
[ Lando leans in at the mention of the holos. ] You ever seen one of these holovids they keep talking about? I'd be interested to see what they really say about us.
[ Especially after that Emily Goldfinch called him out on betraying Han. ]
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What's the occasion this time? The Jedi business I've seen on the network?
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that
word of advice, don't get involved with Jedi anything
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Where and when? I'll be there.
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little hole in the wall in Maurtia Falls [And he sends along the address of said hole in the wall, a sleazy little dive bar that nevertheless isn't going to turn an imPort away when his money is good and he's looking for a stiff drink.]
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I'll meet you there.
Try not to grab that table in the back with the wobbly legs.
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[...it's the exact table he's sitting at right now, and with a sigh, he vacates the table and transfers to another one. It's hardly any better, the surface is littered with carvings and graffiti, but at least it's not too wobbly.
It also keeps the entrance within Han's sightline, so he leans back against his chair, orders a drink, and tries not to look like he's waiting on someone to show. Or that he's had a very, very long week.]
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And a round of shots, I think. Judging by the week my friend's had.
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[Damn, he's getting rusty at keeping up the old bravado. He nods gratefully to the waitress, because who is he to turn down a free round of shots, right? He rests an elbow on the table, incidentally covering up a cartoon dick.]
I'm surprised nobody else got murdered, 'sides the old fossil. [A beat.] Or not so old.
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[ Well enough, at least, to guess how tangled up in this Jedi mess he got. Lando leans back in his chair, arms crossed, interested but casual. ]
You knew him better than I did. What was the reason, did he stick his nose somewhere it didn't belong?
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All I knew about him before I got to this place was that he was a crazy old man who died before he got around to paying me. [Which is one way of stiffing him on the bill.] Luke knew him better.
[The drinks come after that, and Han nods to the waiter in thanks. He'll tip plenty later, if he's not so drunk he passes out. Which, considering his mood, is a likely possibility.]
But that's the theory, yeah. Something's just fishy about this whole mess, but I don't know what. Neither do Luke or Leia. [He would rather walk over hot coals while barefoot and with the risk of being swallowed by a sarlacc lying underneath than talk to Vader.]
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Well, hopefully now he's back, he can shed some light on the subject.
To the nanites, I guess. And death being just an inconvenience.
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[He clinks his shot glass against Lando's, and then tosses it back. The burn of the alcohol in his throat gets him to cough a little, but otherwise it's not a half-bad start to the night.]
Yeah, little problem thereโhe doesn't remember it. It's like the whole day was just wiped from his head.
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Well that's... certainly throwing a wrinkle into things. You think someone messed with his memories? Who could do something like that, to a Jedi of all people.
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[He shakes his head.]
But something's fishy about this. It's justโit's convenient. And weirdly specific too. That's not even bringing the Jedi thing in.
I wonderโwhoever it was, sure as hell they weren't acting alone.
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[ This is messed up. More of a headache than Lando particularly wants to deal with, that's for sure. He shrugs. ]
Well. I can see why you wanted a drink.
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[Which isn't helpful considering the sheer number of them. He presses his fingers to his temples, rubbing absently.]
That, and it's been too long since we had one. Figured I'd take out two mynocks in one shot.
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[ He takes his drink and sips it, thinking. ]
Do you think they'll strike again? There are more Jedi here, after all.
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[He lives next to Luke. He can keep an eye on him, on Leia, on Kylo, if he has to.]
But I don't think so. Kenobi's a police officerโmight be he saw something he shouldn't have. If that's the case, soon as he's gone from the picture, the killer doesn't have to go after any other Jedi. [A cold, cold comfort, considering how much of a threat this unknown killer is.] But I wouldn't put it past them to do it again. To anyone, not just a Jedi, who manages to get in their way.
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[ Keep an eye on Luke, and Leia. And Kylo, while they're at it.
Lando rubs his face, sighing. ] You know sometimes I can't stand this crazy dirtball.
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[Considering how often their galaxy's baggage seems to spill all over the network? He'll give it a few days and be pleasantly surprised when it lasts longer than that.]
Yeah? I've been here almost a year, every time I think this mudball can't surprise me anymore, there's something else that happens just to prove me wrong.
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So much for it being a vacation from the war against the Empire.
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[u g h]
We'll have to find a better word for this than that.
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[ He sighs, takes a drink. ]
It's not a break, not a time out. Just... Different galaxy, same bantha shit.
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[And he tosses his own drink back, because damn, does he really need it.]
And meanwhile they're gonna keep dragging up our galaxy's mess onto everyone's comms, and next thing you know everyone's got an opinion and they feel like sharing it. Even the ones who've only seen, what, holos from another universe? [A snort.] Like that makes them experts. Shavit.
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[ Lando leans in at the mention of the holos. ] You ever seen one of these holovids they keep talking about? I'd be interested to see what they really say about us.
[ Especially after that Emily Goldfinch called him out on betraying Han. ]