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The new stranger was tall and slender, but wore an archaic armour and seemed to glow with menace. He strode into the bar and was not at all intimidated by the hands that suddenly went to blasters.
"I have come looking for a Jedi Master," the stranger said without emotion, "I know he has been through here. Where is he now?"
The question was met with silence, though tension was tangible. Weezel the twi'lek smuggler stepped forward. "I might have seen him," Weezel said, "Maybe a few credits might help my memory?"
The stranger moved swiftly. With one hand the stranger had grabbed Weezel by both head tails and had manged to spin him around and push his face into the bar-top with the other hand. A heavy blade struck and pinned both tails to the bartop. Weezel couldn't lift his head to see, but he could hear the bar emptying as the patrons ran.
"NO! I will tell you what you want to know!" Weezel said as his face was ground into the bar. The stranger spoke with a hiss.
"He is headed south?"
"You know this already?" Weezel was able to gasp.
"I know for certain now..."
Weezel waited for the killer blow to fall, but the stranger had gone. After many minutes of silence, Weezel pulled the blade free and stared at the distinctive emblem on the handle of the vibro-blade. He recognised the symbol on the handle immediately, for it was unique...
... Weezel had survived an encounter with Jel Tynarva, the most unforgiving and relentless Bounty Hunter in the quadrant. If the Jedi Master was the target of the hunt, then he would not live for long. Partly from fear, partly from pain, and also from blood loss, Weezel collapsed to the floor.
To be continued.