Let the Past Die

Chapter 3

You thought back to the way the Supreme Leader had seemingly chased after you, and the unsettling feelings that had come with it. What the hell was that? Am I overthinking again? Gods, I am, I need to focus. You shook the feeling off and decided to come up with a plan once you arrived at Devaron. You knew Varlos would be a difficult target and your plan would be more or less convoluted. If Varlos did have a partner, that would make your job much more difficult as your usual tactics of seduction would be null and void, since male Devaronians were known to be very faithful to their partners. From what you knew of Varlos he didn't seem like the type of guy to be able to stay with one girl, so you were betting on that. If not, you would have to use that persuasion that oddly came easy to you. Almost every time without fail, when you told someone to do something, they would do it, no questions asked, so you were counting on that as a failsafe. However, Varlos was constantly surrounded by people, so you would have your work cut out for you. If all goes to shit, last resort would, of course, be violence, which honestly you wouldn't be too upset about, as you are itching for a fight. You also needed to come up with a story for yourself, who you were and why you were there. You decided that your name would be "Mara", you would be an artist, and you were just stopping on Devaron to make some adjustments to your ship.

You managed to find a clearing just big enough to fit your ship and you slowly descended, making a soft and quiet landing. You knew having a bunch of weapons on you would make you a bit suspicious, and having less clothing on would make the seduction a bit easier. You shed a few layers and removed some of your weapons, so you didn't scream bounty hunter when you entered the room. You were left with just a small dagger and you removed your jacket and unbuttoned a bit of your shirt in hopes it would attract Varlos' attention. It was not the most dignifying act, but men are stupid and you gotta do whatcha gotta do sometimes. You clipped your cloak around your neck and let your hair fall down on your shoulders. Adrenaline coursed through you the moment you opened the ramp and left the ship, as it did for every mission. You slowly made your way down, looking around and taking caution in your surroundings and made sure the coast was clear. You pulled your hood over your head and made your way to the bustling city of Devaron.

You warily made your way through the planet, until you heard the music and commotion coming from a cantina.

The cantina was filled with Devaronians and other species from across the galaxy. Between the volume of the music and the voices of customers, it had become hard to even hear yourself think. You made your way to the bar and took a seat at the end. You made sure to choose a seat where you could see the door in case you needed to make a swift exit.

"Can I get you a drink, little lady?" The devaronian bartender asked.

"A bespin fizz, please."

"I would have remembered if you'd ever been in the bar before. Are you just passing through?" He asked as he handed you your drink.

"Yes, I needed to fix some things on my ship, and I have never been to Devaron before so I thought I'd make my stop here."

"It's beautiful here." He paused. "But be careful who you talk to."

"What do you mean?" You asked as you furrowed your eyebrows.

"The thugs around here would jump at the opportunity to take advantage of a pretty girl like you."

"Thugs?"

The large, sweaty man leaned down close and whispered to you "Varlos' posse."

You played dumb to him. "Who's that?" You whispered back.

He shifted his feet nervously and moved his eyes around the room. "I've said too much already. Just be careful of who you talk to around here." The bartender walked away.