In the Cantina

            Corik could already smell the scum within the building as he stepped through the door. Loud music, shouting, ranting, and the occasional threat of a fight gave the place an edgy atmosphere, so kept Corik on his toes.
            He began by sitting down at one of the empty tables. He ordered a drink when the waiter reached his table. He had no idea what he was doing, how he could advertise the sale of his ship. He had never socialized much back on Topan, and didn’t feel comfortable just walking up and starting a conversation with just anyone. Sure, there were bound to be some friendly folk, but he considered the rest to be far from friendly, and wasn’t willing to take a chance by a mere guess, especially without a weapon on him (he had left his large and clunky repeater in the ship, for he was sure it would grab too much unneeded attention).
            After his drink had been finished, he sat puzzled. Sitting down presented no help to him, and the drink had not satisfied his anxiety one bit. Soon enough he would have to leave and try something else. He put his head in his arms and rested them on the table as he scanned the room. He felt his eyes drooping as he started to drift off. He hadn’t slept in a little over 14 hours now.
            A noise woke him up from his drowsiness. He eyed an apparent argument going on near the bar at the front. The two in conflict were of as differing appearances as one could imagine. The first, doing most of the talking in a booming and snarling voice, was a large Trandoshan, standing at 7’8”. Corik had heard that these lizard-like creatures had immense strength, and with time had the ability to grow back limbs. The other was a human standing almost as tall. He looked surprisingly calm despite the rants of the threatening Trandoshan, and what happened next startled him even more.
            The Jedi reached for his belt. He pulled out a lightsaber, which surprised Corik slightly less, since he had seen one not but a few hours ago. The beam that it ignited was a rich light yellow, more comforting than the red he had witnessed before. The lizard went for his blaster with his left arm as he tried taking a swing with his right. But the Jedi was already in motion. A quick jolt to the left and a thrust was more than enough, cutting off the swinging arm and piercing the lizard’s chest. The creature fell to the ground as the Jedi retracted the saber and attached it back to his belt. He paid the bartender handsomely for the cleanup and turned around, his eye catching Corik’s for a split second.
            What made Corik nervous was that the Jedi did not look away, and neither did Corik, though he felt like he should have. The man then walked over and sat down across from Corik on the small circular table. They sat silently for a few moments, Corik feeling all the more awkward and out of place with every glance. He observed the Jedi. His dark brown hair was of medium length, and he had full facial hair, making his demeanor all the more hardened. Finally, after a few moments of quiet the Jedi spoke up.

“So, you’re looking for a ship, or a way off this planet?” Oh great… Corik thought. Of all the Jedi powers, mind reading had to be the worst…
“I used to hate it too, but it’s useful for starting conversation. What’s your name?”
“Corik” he answered quite bluntly.
“Corik, would you like to come with me aboard my ship?”
Corik sat and thought for a second about what had just been asked, and then replied “What?”
“Do you speak *Basic boy? Come with me, aboard my ship?”
“But why?”
“The Force. Isn’t that the Jedi’s answer to everything? It’s true though, the Force is extremely strong in you. You could do well in the Order.”
Corik sat back in his seat, reveled by the idea that he had the power to control the Force, that he could learn to become one of the mythical figures he used to only hear about in stories and legends. For a moment, all his anxiety and pain subsided. Perhaps this was his ticket to justice.
He still had to think it over. What would become of him there? Did he have the courage to try something new, something dangerous, and something difficult? When he opened his mouth to speak, he still didn’t know what to say.

Accept the offer and follow to the ship

Decline the offer and leave the cantina

*Basic- Galactic Basic is the official trade language of the Republic, spoken or understood by most civilized systems.