“I’ve already offered you all the credits I have, plus security for this place for a year. What more do you want?” Zaia nearly shouted the last few words, slamming a fist down on the wooden desk. The contents of the table rattled at the force, but the shopkeeper didn’t flinch.
“Not enough,” said the Rodian, shaking his head. “I’ll trade it for…” He stroked a finger along his chin. “Your helmet. Beskar, isn’t it?”
At this point, Zaia was about to explode. She hadn’t been scouring the lower levels of Coruscant for days without sleep just for this ignorant shopkeeper to refuse to sell her the artifact. The silver pendant around the Rodian’s neck had been spoken about in her clan for as long as she could remember. It had been passed down for generations in her clan until it ended up in the hands of one of her ancestors, who had fought in the war with the Jedi. It was said that in one battle toward the end of the war, the pendant was lost and that the Jedi had taken it to one of their temples. For what reason, Zaia had no idea, but the only thing she had on her mind right now was getting it back. The vornskr skull on the pendant seemed to be taunting her, centuries worth of her family’s history dangling just a meter away from her. It was so close, yet out of reach. Zaia clenched her fist and stared directly into the eyes of the Rodian, her other hand reaching for her blaster.
“Listen, di'kut. You’ve said no to every offer I made in the past hour, and you expect me to give you my helmet? You must be out of your mind.” Zaia stood up abruptly, knocking over the chair she had just been sitting in. She didn’t bother to put it upright again. The Rodian merely crossed his arms.
“Your loss,” he said simply. In less than a second, Zaia had grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him over the table, leaving him looking up at her in terror.
“You’ll give it to me. Now.”
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