Sith Hunter - Sanders Sides AU

Mos Espa

Mos Espa had once been a glorious haven of scum. Jabba the Hutt had ruled over it with an iron fist, pumping out bounties on poor, unsuspecting spice runners. And then he was killed a little before the fall of the First Empire. Now, Mos Espa was a small, insignificant city, only visited by bounty hunters.

That's why, when Roman flew Marvel around, looking for a landing bay, many people had pointed and chattered about the expensive New Republican ship. Logan disembarked first, quickly making his way to a worker on sight. Patton bounced over happily and Roman allowed himself a minute or two to truly admire the beauty of his new ship. Marvel really was a wonder, with incredible speed, although not nearly as fast as Disney had been. He was more iconic, though, with heavier armour.

Leaving his awestruck inspections for later, Roman quickly sauntered over to his friends, who were bargaining with the worker.

"Please, mister, could you just top him up on fuel?" Patton asked. "We're on official New Republican business."

The worker seemed unmoved by this. "I might. If you pay me up front."

Logan narrowed his eyes. "New Republican protocol clearly states that we pay you after you fill up our vessel."

"Yeah, but Tatooine's neutral, innit? We don't give a crap about your protocol." The worker saw F-2 waiting inside the ship obediently. "How much for the droid?"

Roman suddenly straightened up, tensing. "My droid is not for sale. He is my property and a symbol of my rank in the New Republic."

"Again, Tatooine isn't a part of your glorified New Republic, kid!" Spat the worker.

"Look, mister," Patton said with a sigh that made Logan and Roman widen their eyes. When Patton sighs like that, you know to just agree. "We need this ship filled up. We are only searching for some people, we have no need to stay here longer than necessary. If you fill up our ship, we'll pay the agreed amount and I'll even improve your old BB unit."

The worker tilted his head back thoughtfully. "You an engineer, then?"

"I work at the New Republican headquarters as a First Rank engineer," Patton replied sternly. "I'm one of the best you'll ever get."

The man smirked. "Name's Dom. Fine, I'll fill up your ship and I won't even touch your droid. If you could give my old BB unit a wash too, I'll clean up your fancy ship. What model is it?"

"An MA-7. Logan responded. "A ship of my own design, modified to suit our pilot." He gestured to Roman.

Dom nodded slowly. "You're pretty cool kids, I guess. Who are you looking for?"

Patton glanced up at Roman who shrugged in response. "The general never said we had to keep it secret. You can tell him." Roman said.

"We're looking for three men, around our age. The most iconic one has scales covering half of his face. Do you know anyone like that?"

Whatever reaction they expected and whatever emotion they predicted, it wasn't this. Doms' face cracked fearfully before morphing into anger, shifting into horror before finally settling on a scared, uncertain expression. "You won't get anyone willing to help you here," He promised darkly. "We don't wanna get on the wrong side of those three and, mark my words, neither does your New Republic." He pulled away from the three men, slapping his hand on his leg as his BB unit rushed over. "Get out, I'll clean up your ship. You've told me nothing about them three, you got it?"

"O-Of course, yes, mister," Logan glanced at his companions as Dom speed-walked away. "Do you know where we can start? How we could contact someone who knows them?"