"Hey buddy, can I get another one of these?" I asked, holding up my empty glass.
The Ithorian nodded and took the glass, filling it with Bantha milk. I had just discovered the stuff, and couldn't stop drinking it.
"Slow down kid." He said as I chugged my fifth cup. "You're gonna be sick." I shrugged as I finished the last of the cool blue liquid.
"Oh well." I said as I held my glass out, signaling I wanted another.
"So what's your story kid?" He asked when he returned, sliding my sixth glass of Bantha milk across the bar. "What brings you to Lothal?" I took a swig of milk, trying to come up with something. I really didn't trust anyone anymore.
"Just passing through." I said finally, setting my drink down. "Looking for work."
"Well, seems to me you've already found some." He said, reaching under the bar.
I was confused, I had just met this guy a few minutes ago. And I definitely didn't have a job. "What do you mean?" I asked
The Ithorian pulled out a sheet of paper, and I recognized it immediately. "Wanted by the Empire." He read "The Artist. Description: Human, female, height 1.6 meters, wearing multi colored Mandalorian style armor. Crimes: Trespassing, Vandalism, Treson. Warning, subject is considered armed and dangerous, do not approach."
He looked at me, then at my helmet sitting on the bar. It was brightly painted with different shades of pink, purple, and orange.
"So what" I said, slowly reaching for my blaster. "You gonna turn me in?"
"No, of course not" the Ithorian laughed. "I don't want ISB snooping around here. I was just going to let you know, if you're really looking for work, I know a guy who's looking for an extra hand for a job similar to what you've been doing already."
"And what job is that?" I asked.
"Rebellion, of course" he laughed. "I'll get in touch with him, if you want."
"Why not?" I said, taking another swig of milk. "Could be fun."
He laughed again and began walking away. "Oh, I almost forgot." He said, turning back toward me, "What's your name kid?" I smiled at him.
"My name is Sabine"