Virgil elbowed Roman sharply. "Ow." He hissed, glaring at Virgil.

"Do ya have any weapons on ya?" Virgil hissed.

"What? No. Why would I bring weapons to a meeting?"

"Put yar blaster on the table." Virgil hissed. "Now."

"Why?"

"Parley. Surely ya know wha'that is."

Roman sighed but threw his gun on the table. Virgil shot him a short smile before setting his gun and cutting tool on the table. Pat pushed their seat back.

"Where did you get that?" They asked shakily. They were pointing at Virgil's Lig- cutting tool. Virgil glared at them.

"I found it." He said shortly. "If ya don't feel comfortable with it, we can just," he picked it up, "put it away." Into his bag the cutting tool went.

"And you can make it work?" Pat asked. Virgil nodded.

"Anyway, to business." Virgil clasped his hands on the table. "We need ya help findin' a," here he took a deep breath, "a Jedi. Or a very strong Force-user. We need their help."

Pat scoffed. "You really expect me to believe that you need a Jedi after you've got a motherflicking Lightsaber?"

"Don't declare it to the whole world." Virgil hissed venomously. "An' it's not a Lightsaber-"

"Looks like that to me!"

"It's a cuttin' tool I use when I'm cuttin' metal or glass or somethin'." Virgil sat back in his chair. "Just so happens to work on people too."

"It's a bally Lightsaber and, gentlemen, I'm once again out of the deal." Pat said, scooping up their gun.

"But we need your help." Roman protested. Pat laughed.

"You don't need me, you've got a Jedi sitting right next to you!" Pat said. They shook their head. "Whatever. This has been a fantastic waste of my time and because it's been so fun, I won't shoot you two right here for wasting said time." Pat flashed a smile. "Gentlemen, adieu."

"I can't control it." Virgil said quickly, as Pat got up. Pat stopped, hovering over their chair, and Virgil fixed them with a stare so piercing that Roman shifted away slightly.

"I can't control it." Virgil repeated. "At least, not consciously. We need the help o' someone who can or who's willin' to help me control it. Otherwise, we'll be slaughtered."

"Why do you think I know anyone like that?" Pat asked, sitting back down. They were still faced towards the door but they were intrigued.

"Because you're a bounty hunter." Roman said. "You know everyone. You have a list of everyone in this solar system. Pages and pages of files, on everyone. Species, name, religion, age, gender, last seen, everything. If there's a Jedi anywhere here, you'll know."

Pat turned to him. "You seem very sure of that." They said. "How'd you know I haven't lost the files?"

"Cause they're in your head." Roman said. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Virgil turning to him in confusion. Ignoring it, he pressed on. "Every bounty hunter is fitted with a holograph chip. They're making them in the Resistance now, I've seen it. You're fitted with a holograph chip of everyone in your solar system. Anyone flashes up red on the Resistance's radar, you'll be alerted with a description and prize. It's all there," he said, gesturing to Pat's forehead, "you just need to sift through it to find the person we need."

Pat regarded Roman for a few seconds. Were they reading Roman's file? Or just learning? It didn't matter either way because they turned back to Virgil.

"Luckily for you, I won't need to do what your fighter over here says." Pat said. "I already know of a... I suppose you could call him a Jedi, though he doesn't take the title. Feels repulsed by it, like you." Virgil opened his mouth to ask a question but Pat pressed on. "He's on this planet, actually. In the Talking Forest."

"Oh, is it possible we could maybe not go into the forest?" Roman asked. Already, his mind was dredging up unfortunate memories from the Killer Planet. "Not a good place for us."

"He won't leave." Pat said. They crossed their arms. "That's my only offer. Take it or leave it."

Even though I'm worried it seems obvious, any guesses for who the Jedi is?
Bye,
Blaize