"No worries Jimmy-Jam," Benny replied as they followed the droid
"Doubt I'll need you lot 'round for that delivery. Watchin' your bad holos in my theatre, gettin' crumbs in th'anti-grav chamber."
She might have been a little bit proud of her ship.
" 'nd calm yer hormones if y'got 'em Buttercup. Ain't you ever worked with Royalty before? All bark, little substance. Just smile and nod your pretty head.Princess don't mean nothin' by it."
The passageways were getting smaller. Still enough room for the Gen'Dai, but he might have been feeling a bit closed in. And much, much darker. The Ryn had her flashlight out as the small droid continued ahead. After a bit of a walk it opened up suddenly into a bustling area. Despite the high number of people it was strangely subdued, most everyone conducting their business in hushed tones. Several looked up at the newcomers, or more precisely, at their light. A particularly tall, gaunt Pau'an sidled up to them.
"Honoured visitors to the dark market, how may I assist you?"
"Nah." Was all Benny said with a friendly smile before delivering a truly vicious right uppercut to the Pau'ans family jewels. He immediately folded up and fell over, wheezing.
"And don't think I don't see you sneakin' 'round behind me y'little shite, anyone touches my credits what hasn't earned 'em and these'll be th'red markets."
This snarled warning was delivered loudly enough for anyone nearby to hear, and diminutive though she was, with tail lashing, yellow eyes narrowed and pointed teeth bared, she was intimidating, particularly with the three males arrayed around her. Point made, and the eyes of the dark market turned studiously away from them, she swaggered in, pointing her light wherever she pleased.
A table with things on it that looked old to her and dirty so perhaps they'd been dug up caught her attention. She stood before it, and the two Utai running it cautiously approached.
"You like?"
"Eh. Lookin' for somethin' specific. That." She hooked a thumb at Saureens mask.
"Original."
The two Utai exchanged a look that Benny didn't much like.
"Ah, Wetherell, it is Wetherell you want. Six stalls down, yes."
Benny gave them a long cool look, long enough to have them fidgeting before she turned to walk to this 'Wethererll'. Six stalls down they found a table filled with random bits of what even Benny considered junk, and behind it a human and several Amani. Benny immediately disliked him. There were some instances in which like could recognise like, and when Benny looked at Wetherell, she saw a liar, a charlatan and a fraud. A man who would bluster and charm his way through an encounter. He immediately perked up at the sight of Saureen.
"Ah! A Grievous fan! An interesting being that one! You must have heard of my fabulous find! It's true, I did find it. I'll show you friend, but know now that it will cost you. This is a one of a kind item, no not even an item, a one of a kind opportunity, a chance to be part of history vicariously. And I must warn you, no funny business or my associates will.. have a word."
"Show 'im th'mask Wetherell."
"Of course of course, this is what we're all here for after all eh?"
The man bent down and reverently withdrew an aged and weathered mask from beneath the table, holding it out although it was something precious, holy, offering it to Saureen as Benny looked on, arms crossed and glowering.
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