Too often, Viz found herself in this area wondering why she was this far out. Fortunately for her, this wasn't one of those evenings. In fact, this was so far away from one of those evenings, she was pretty sure she was seeing things.
A Paaerduag was lumbering away from the cantina, and by the look of her HUD readout, he'd acquired an artifact. The stat on the display told her it's makeup, and the most important part, at least to her, was the Kyber Crystal inside.
It wasnt even that the thing would sell for half a fortune, which it most definitely would, it's that she needed it for her own hunk of scrap lightsaber, which currently hung from her belt.
Her's wasn't a useless tool, but she'd had to circumnavigate the ancient tech, scrapping together pieces of the hilt in order to vent the cracked yellow crystal inside. The result was a short and unreliable saber blade flickered and popped like the tip of a welding torch and came on too hot for an extended period of time. Even with her absolutely minimal force abilities, which was an over exaggeration if she was being honest, she was no Jedi and couldn't handle the blade any better then one might a dagger. The only reason she had the thing was because she'd scavenged it and fixed it up A-La-Viz.
As the Paaerduag moved closer to where she was perched she could make out the conversation he was having to... Himself.
"Haha, another conned "sith"! What are we going to do now, sell his lightsaber to Ergo the Hutt?"
She felt a pang of sympathy. If anyone knew how it was to talk to themselves she did. Having your space occupied by another you, or a symbiote in his case, was complicated. She decided not to rob him covertly, opting to be more direct.
She dropped down in front of him, drawing her HF-94 and pointing it at him levelly. The stun was on, he didn't need to know that. "
Whatever Ergo the Hutt would pay, I think I might have an edge on him." She said coily. "
I'll take that lightsaber, if you don't mind."