User blog:DylanTBest/Untitled

Vanice, a small town on Corellia. Inside the local cantina were two Jedi, a master and a padawan. They sat at a round table and looked at a man sitting in a booth on the opposite side of the room.

Sarah Wolf looked back at her master with a look of uncertainty mixed with slight doubt and confusion and asked:

"Are you sure this is who we're looking for?" the man, slouching while he sat, took the 'strength' out of 'hired strength' with his scrawny physique, purple hair, and nervous aura alone.

Confident in his belief that he mercenary was strong enough for the job, master Quinlan Hovertracker answered in a near instant:

"I'm certain of it," even after her master's reassurance, Sarah was still reluctant to approach the mercenary. "How? I can't really imagine this man doing anything we can't. In fact, he's not even a man - he looks no older than eighteen."

Quinlan smirked, even though she was the only person who was suitable enough to be his successor, his Padawan had much to learn.

"I'm looking for a lot more than physical strength, Sarah. I need a fighting spirit, someone willing to stick with us no matter how high the stakes are, or how tempting joining the opposing side might be." Sarah fully understood what Quinlan met, but she was still doubtful. "No point of finding someone who'll stick by us until the end if they don't live long enough to see the end,"

"We need someone who can get connected to the crime world, and it would be difficult for a Jedi to do that." Quinlan added, standing up from his chair before beginning to walk towards the mercenary. Only because she was forced to, Sarah followed behind him shortly.

It was hard for the bar-goers to not notice the Jedi, they stood out by wearing a brown hood attatched to their robes, concealing their face. Not only that, but Vanice wasn't on the Jedi Order's patrol route, they would only show up there it was probably important.

Quinlan and Sarah were able to sense the bar-goers anxiousness, it wasn't hard to tell some of them assumed they were there to arrest them.

Sarah and Quinlan both sat on the booth on the opposite side of the mercenary table.

"I'm sorry, did you and your daughter have reservations?" The mercenary smiled at his own joke. This wasn't even the first time someone mistook Quinlan for Sarah's father, both of their hair color's were light brown and they both had blue eyes... Plus, the Gods knew Quinlan sure did act like her father.

Sarah rolled her eyes at the snarky comment, but Quinlan got straight to the matter at hand:

"You must be Dylan?" He asked in a polite manner with a smile on his face, he didn't want to give the bounty hunter a reason to decline their mission by being rude.

"That's what they tell me," he then ask for clarification: "You two must be the Jedi."

"We are, I'm Quinlan Hovertracker, this is my padawan, Sarah Wolf." Dylan shook their hands, and continued talking. "Sorry for pretending to be confused, I only expected Sarah." He tried justifying his joke.

"Quin decided to tag along last minute, I was supposed to go by myself, but he thought it was too dangerous for me to go alone... Funny how often that happens." slightly annoyed, Sarah looked at Quinlan.

"So, what am I able to do that you two can't?"

When Dylan asked, Sarah looked at Quinlan and gave him a smug look, picturing herself yelling "I told you so!" in her mind.

"We're going against Ree Shaala and may need someone who can get inside information, someone who can blend in."

"Wait, hold on," Quinlan stopped talking. "Ree Shaala? I thought she went into hiding and put some Zabrak in charge after Dark Nebula got too big and the Hutts were threatening her?"

Dylan was just about to decline the offer, the galaxies greatest peacekeepers versus the second most notorious crime syndicate of all time was a conflict he didn't want to get in the middle of.

"The hutts stuff was just a rumor," Sarah explained.

"She's right, the real reason she went into hiding is part of the reason we're 'going to war' with Dark Nebula. " Curious as to what that reason is, Dylan didn't decline yet. "A few months ago, an old friend of mine, a former Jedi Master, named Rellius Silverpulser. He disappeared shortly after getting jumped in a street by Dark Nebula goons for looking at them funny."

Dylan took a moment to digest all of what Quinlan had just asked. He had nothing to lose, but dealing with Dark Nebula would be terrifying. The thing about messing with Dark Nebula was, if you mess with them once, you won't live to mess with them again.

Then he thought to himself: What sounds better, "He died fighting Dark Nebula", or "He was born on Vanice, lived on Vanice, and died on Vanice."

"I know exactly what you're thinking, Dylan. I was just like you, and I once faced the exact same decision: Do I gamble my life to travel the world and do things you never thought possible? Or do I stay out of trouble and stay here?" Quinlan was having slight deja vu, the words he uttered were nearly identical to what a Jedi scout had told to him years and years ago.

"Oh, no, I was just wondering what was in it for me." Dylan tried denying Quinlan was right, but Quinlan was able to sense he was lying. Quinlan laughed, he knew he had him, and money had nothing to do with it. "A thousand credits."

Reluctantly, Dylan finally made his decision: "Well, when do we get out of here?" All three of them smiled as Dylan got out of his seat.