Every journey in the galaxy has a beginning and an ending, and often Tatooine is dreadfully in the middle. In this case, as in many cases since becoming the owner. His Clone Wars era shuttle needed fuel, and parts, and to be shot in the main thruster. If you asked the sassy repair woman.
"Me and the boys here can get it done, that is if you got the credits." The dirt painted woman said with a smile. "Money is not problem, I assure you." Endon said with amusement. Departing the repair bay of the spaceport with a dismissive nod. He made for the open streets, seemingly with a direction in mind. As an Acolyte, he'd come to the planet with his former Master enough to know his way around.
There were two bars on this rock that could serve a good drink, a good time, and maybe some work. Not that he was looking for the last one. The first was the "hang out" for the syndicates in Mos Espa. The second and closest to him, was Bar Bar Drinks. The place was a simple local's spot. A junk pit with cantina seated in the middle.
Endon would meander in the direction of the cantina's location but he was in no rush. Rather he took time to see what was around. What the force let flow into his path.
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