Directly inside, the outpost exploded with the clamor of commerce. Buyers and sellers in the small marketplace haggled over goods such as fabrics, food staples, ship parts, and even weapons. A Bith seller of spices attempted to coax Kya and Fel to his stall, but the Corellian woman waved him off. But, of course, they had to have food before spicing anything.<br/><br/>A few Jawas scurried by toting what looked like engine parts from a V-35 Courier landspeeder. At least, that's what Fel surmised. Across the way, a Weequay mechanic was grinding away on what appeared to be a rusted V-35. Fel's CorSec training kicked as she turned to Kya. "Maybe there will be a reward for returning the parts?" It was worth a shot, but even Fel knew the little creatures would not give the parts up so easily. There would have to be a trade.<br/><br/>Running toward the aliens, Fel noticed more than a few heads had turned, and eyes were now on both of them. Running, drawing a weapon, or sudden movements was a terrible idea. Suddenly, several Weequay and Nikto guards emerged from the woodwork; their guns were drawn. Fel watched as the thieves scurried off with the stolen parts.<br/><br/>"What's the hurry?" asked the Sergeant. Four others surrounded the girls as onlookers passed slowly by.<br/><br/>Fel stepped up, her hands raised. "It's my fault. I thought those jawas had stolen …" she looked at Kya momentarily. "I thought they stole an heirloom of mine, but I …. put it in the wrong pocket."<br/><br/>The Sergeant shook his head. "Try harder, or we may have a problem."<br/><br/>"Fine. Those jawas stole a bunch of parts from the Nikto mechanic over there. We thought we could get them back and maybe collect a reward."<br/><br/>A Nikto guard approached Fell, chuckling to himself." That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, so it's probably true. Both of you get, or we'll run you in for loitering."<br/><br/>"We'll get. Don't worry. We're getting." Fel backed up, not looking forward to the tongue-lashing she would receive from Kya. "Save the lecture for the cantina," she asked as they walked away.<br/><br/>Almost full to capacity, the cantina was bustling with activity. Most were either celebrating with a drink or drowning themselves in their sorrows with a drink. Others were busy making deals in the dark corners. Fel sat at the bar and ordered a glass, waiting on Kya's tirade. Not familiar with Florrum, she had no idea who the contact might be and hoped Kya had spotted them.<br/><br/>"I know, it was stupid. My instincts kicked in, that's all. It won't happen again."<br/><br/>The barkeep slid over a Corellian red wine in a chilled glass for Tihaar Fel. "Hope you can hold it," he said.<br/><br/>"Don' worry," she smiled, then turned back to Kya, whispering, "Well?"