"What's good?" Ph'rranix asked as they walked to the bar.
"Well, I prefer some '46 Vistulo but that might be a little to strong for you," Jaran sarcastically replied, "But '48 Kibshae is a good drink for those with a low tolerance."
Prh'rranix turned toward Jaron and glared at her for a few moments. Almost as if he were studying her, trying to predict her next move. "I'll take some Vistulo," Ph'rranix growled back.
"Alright," Jaron, who had fear in her eyes now, told him, "but don't say i didn't warn you."
They arrived and took a seat near the far right end of the bar. "What would ya'll like?" the bartender asked.
"A bottle of '46 Vistulo and two glasses please," Jaron replied. "So Ph'rranix, tell me about yourself. Where did you grow up? What did you do before you joined the Navy?" she asked with deep concentration in her voice.
"Well," Ph'rranix mumbled, "I was born and raised on Kashyyyk. I was the best marksman on my planet from the age 9-18. When I was 15 I got a job with a mechanic and acquired a skill working on and flying spacecraft. Five years later, I left Kashyyyk and became a bounty hunter so I could put my flying and marksmanship skills to good use. During the eight years I was a bounty hunter, I collected quite an admirable amount of bounties but I wouldn't turn them in if a large group of other bounty hunters were so that I didn't attract attention. I think that is a reason I was so good, because people didn't know who i was. That and in blended in with my enviroment around me. Well that's my history in a nut shell."
After a few moments, Jaron finally managed to say, "Wow! So is that why you are so quiet?"
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Your last job. Is that why you're so quiet?" She questioned.
"I guess that's part of it," Ph'rannix replied quietly, "but I don't trust people. I have been betrayed to much to trust people."
"I see. So how does someone gain your trust?" Jaron asked. Ph'rranix looked at her for what seemed like eternity before speaking.
"It's easy," he replied, "you just act like yourself. I don't trust people because when they speak to me, their mouth says one thing and their eyes say another."
"Very interesting," Jaron finished. They looked at eachother for a few moments before Ph'rranix asked what her history was.
She looked down at her drink, took a sip the began, "I was born on Ord Mantell. My father owned a shipping business which I helped him with. Sometimes he let me fly some short-haul missions. My mom died when I was 15, and my father passed away a few months ago. I've always been very trusting in people and I love making practical jokes and performing pranks on people. But don't let my sarcasm fool you, I can be serious if I need to. I just joined the Navy because the New Republic treats their pilots like dirt and they don't have their act together."
"I'll second that," Ph'rranix slowly bellowed, "one of my last targets was an Admiral of the Rebellion, he was going to give me access to the Naval computers if I spared him."
"That's pitiful!" She replied as she took another drink. "Hey lets go cause a little chaos for Viper squad?" She said mischieviously. Ph'rranix looked at her quizically
"How can I trust that you won't turn me in?" He asked cautiously.
" 'Cuz I'm your friend. Come on you gotta have a little fun!" She replied.
"Alright," he growled almost as if he didn't want to. "What do you have in mind?" he asked.
"Oh, you'll see!" she retorted, "You'll see."
