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[mandalorianheir]

Fett is in the bar, sitting at a table.  He's cleaning a blaster or other weapon (or fixing...or whatever...).  And though he looks occupied, he won't shoot you if bothered.

If you don't make him.

I think.

Anyone for bothering a Mandalorian?

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[petraarkanian]

Pet feels fairly safe around the bounty hunter, she is paying his bills after all. He has to keep her alive at least for that.

"Ho, Fett."

She has a strange ball in her hand and she is tossing it from hand to hand as she slides into a seat across from him.

[mandalorianheir]

Fett looks up at the familiar voice. More slowly than he would have an unfamiliar one (which, of course, might be a threat), but quickly enough. "Arkanian. What can I do for you today?"

[petraarkanian]

Always Fett, right to the point.

"When was the last time you tried to get to your 'verse?" Two could play the blunt game.

[mandalorianheir]

"Been a while." Glance. "Either I'm dead, which I highly doubt, or the Bar's stubborn."

Which as we all know never happens.

Right?

[petraarkanian]

"You shouldn't give up too quickly. You should try it again soon, I have a trade to offer you."

Petra sits back in her chair and crosses her ankles under the table, still tossing the ball from hand to hand looking speculatively at Fett.

[mandalorianheir]

Fett glances at the ball, and then back at Petra. "I'm listening."

[petraarkanian]

"What would it be worth you to be absolutely certain of safety when you walk though the door to your 'verse? Or at least the assurance that no matter what happens when you step through the door... you'll be kept alive?"

Petra keeps her eyes right on Fett, and her body relaxed. He has something she wants, and this is the only trade she can think of. Payment before service... always.

[mandalorianheir]

That generates an arched eyebrow. "What're you asking?"

[petraarkanian]

Business time. Petra stops tossing the ball and leans forward.

"You allowing me back into your 'verse with you, a blaster and hands on training in what makes you the best at your trade."

[mandalorianheir]

Blink. "You're sure you want that?" He's a little...incredulous at the request, to say the least. Let's say that he's aware of his unpopularity back there.

[petraarkanian]

"I'm in the market for useful skills. You have skills that can be useful, and I have something you need."

She will appologize to Bonzo if he freaks out too bad over this. Maybe. Sometimes she still wants to kill him.

[mandalorianheir]

Fett nods. "You're also going to need to get me through the door, too, you know?"

[petraarkanian]

"I have no control over that, though I have a feeling once your safety is assured the bar might be more willing to let you leave. She gets a bit too motherly at times."

One upraised eyebrow. "Do we have a deal?"

[mandalorianheir]

Fett smirks at that thought. A motherly Bar. Go figure.

"We do, but you'll have to sleep on the floor if you come along. I don't exactly have bunks in my ship. Just cells."

Pause.

"Here's hoping you like dealing with the Empire. I'll probably have to kill you if you run off and work for the Rebels."

[petraarkanian]

Petra raises an eyebrow and shrugs.

"How about I work for the person that gives me the best offer? As of right now that would be.... you."

Well, if we're going to be mercenary about things...

[mandalorianheir]

"Don't try renegotiating. I don't appreciate it."