Finn

Being
in nine different cantinas in four hours, well let's just say it's been an interesting night. Especially with our new found partner; 'Mr. Tank On Legs,' following our every move.

Currently, we're hitting up cantina number ten and we still haven't seen or heard of Lando Calrissian.

We step into the bar and all I hear is hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all competing with the thunderous technic music that dominates the atmosphere. I look from wall to wall to see smoke from various pipes twist in artistic ways, forming curls in the gloom, only illuminated by the age-speckled spot lights. I hear distant sobbing and laughter at the same time, I've never been to a bar, other than to see one get burned down by The First Order, until today and now I can see why they burned that one down in the past.

"Hey! Poe!" I hiss, as I glance at some people that turned their heads in our direction.

Poe turns around, I can see his lips pressed into a firm line and his eyes are half closed, he's just as tired and agitated as I am.

"How about we find some place to, well I don't know, actually sleep?" I ask irritably.

"I'm not failing this mission." He countered.

"I never said anything about quitting, just taking a rest that's all."

"We don't have time for that!" He hissed. I've never seen Poe like this, he's usually a really laid back guy.

"And besides...I don't trust a kriffing place around here anyways. We would be better off sleeping in a cruisers engine." He scoffed angrily and began to trudge his way up to the bartender with a hologram projector of Lando clutched in his right fist. I hear the beginning of his conversation with the hutt, the one we've been repeating all night;

"Have you seen this ma-" Poe's words were cut off from my attention as someone grabbed my wrist and wrenched it into a dark, unoccupied corner of the building.

Shots of white hot pain flowered in my wrist as the holder squeezed it tightly,

"Ow! Who are you!" My gaze rises up from the small hand that holds me captive, to a face that connects the identity of a human female before me.

I admit, she's beautiful. She has caramel shaded skin, but just lighter, that isn't scorned by Socorro's sun but more so as kissed by it. Her hair is, from what I can see in this low light, a deep brown that matched her shaded eyes. She wears a thick woven, sandy scarf that's wound around her jaw and mouth that covers half of her face.

"Why are you looking for Lando Calrissian." She demands coldly, her eyes glaring into mine.

"None of your bus-"

"Tell me!" She rips me toward her by the collar of my jacket, to where our noses are almost touching. My heart races with fear in my throat.

"Tell. Me." She repeated bitterly.

No matter how brown her eyes might be, they're like ice right now. If looks could kill, I would have multiple stab wounds to the chest right about now.

"Me- me and my friend," I glance to where Poe stands rubbing his temples as he try's to translate to the bartender.

"We're on a mission for The Resistance to find Lando Calrissian and bring him back to our general."

The mystery woman's eyes softened slightly as if she remembered something suddenly.

"Leia. Leia Organa? Is that your general?" She asks.

My face edges forward as a look of confusion blossoms across my features and I simply look at her through squinted eyes, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, yeah that's her." I breathe out.

"Come with me." Is all she says before she disappears into a nearby group of Trandoshans.

Quickly grabbing my bearings I run over to Poe.

"No, no, no, not Lendu! Lando!"

"Hed'juka gambolia!"

"L-a-n-d-o C-a-l-r-i-s! Hey!" He says as I grab his elbow and start leading him away from the incorporative Hutt.

"What are you doing!"

"Shut up and just follow me!" And with that, I lead him out of the bar and into the brittle night.

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