Space port of Mon Gazza,
a few days after escape from Nar Shaddaa
"A pleasure doing business with you," Kel nodded to the green male Twi'lek, turned around, and walked off. However, the scoundrel's bland tone indicated an attitude quite different to what he said. The so-called "deal" offered by the Twi'lek was bordering on robbery. Yet Kel still took it, because he had to. With his old Hutt boss dead, and with the Black Swift suddenly becoming his own ship, the young pilot only had himself to rely on for credits. Furthermore, Kel couldn't show up on Naboo with a freighter full of spice. Selling it off—even at such a ridiculous price—was the best option. As the dock workers offloaded the last crate off the ship, Kel exhaled. Finally, no more incriminating evidence lying around the ship.
In addition to the now-solved spice problem, there was also the issue of getting medical attention. Both Kel and his alleged Jedi passenger had been through a shootout on Nar Shaddaa and taken some hits. Healing stims got Kel and "Misty" (whose real name was still a "mystery") through the day, but could only do so much. Mon Gazza wouldn't have been Kel's first choice for a pit-stop; his last visit had been quite... turbulent. However, that was the only port within a few parsecs where Kel could refuel the ship, find a doctor, and—most importantly—sell off the spice quickly and safely. To avoid drawing unwanted attention, the scoundrel had chosen to wear different clothes: the dark grey trench coat concealed his black flight suit. Hopefully, none of the people he had crossed would recognize his face. And if they did, Kel had his new two-barreled blaster pistol holstered on the hip, under the coat.
Either way, with the Twi'lek and his men gone, Kel had some free time while the Swift was being refueled. Enough time to see a doctor... or find some sort of entertainment at the nearest cantina. The smuggler had taken some hits during the firefight on Nar Shaddaa (not as many as his "Jedi" companion though), so he probably needed the former. However, his first choice would definitely be the latter...
a few days after escape from Nar Shaddaa
"A pleasure doing business with you," Kel nodded to the green male Twi'lek, turned around, and walked off. However, the scoundrel's bland tone indicated an attitude quite different to what he said. The so-called "deal" offered by the Twi'lek was bordering on robbery. Yet Kel still took it, because he had to. With his old Hutt boss dead, and with the Black Swift suddenly becoming his own ship, the young pilot only had himself to rely on for credits. Furthermore, Kel couldn't show up on Naboo with a freighter full of spice. Selling it off—even at such a ridiculous price—was the best option. As the dock workers offloaded the last crate off the ship, Kel exhaled. Finally, no more incriminating evidence lying around the ship.
In addition to the now-solved spice problem, there was also the issue of getting medical attention. Both Kel and his alleged Jedi passenger had been through a shootout on Nar Shaddaa and taken some hits. Healing stims got Kel and "Misty" (whose real name was still a "mystery") through the day, but could only do so much. Mon Gazza wouldn't have been Kel's first choice for a pit-stop; his last visit had been quite... turbulent. However, that was the only port within a few parsecs where Kel could refuel the ship, find a doctor, and—most importantly—sell off the spice quickly and safely. To avoid drawing unwanted attention, the scoundrel had chosen to wear different clothes: the dark grey trench coat concealed his black flight suit. Hopefully, none of the people he had crossed would recognize his face. And if they did, Kel had his new two-barreled blaster pistol holstered on the hip, under the coat.
Either way, with the Twi'lek and his men gone, Kel had some free time while the Swift was being refueled. Enough time to see a doctor... or find some sort of entertainment at the nearest cantina. The smuggler had taken some hits during the firefight on Nar Shaddaa (not as many as his "Jedi" companion though), so he probably needed the former. However, his first choice would definitely be the latter...