By the time Jue got to Tosche Station, Skoti had been waiting outside for a few minutes.

“You idiot! I came late so we wouldn’t make a double entrance!” he yelled to Skoti. Skoti shrugged and pulled down his mask.

“Do you think we’d look out of place with masks down?” he asked Jue.

“Eh, there are tons of weird looking creatures in here, it shouldn’t be a problem,” said Jue. He pulled out a tranq gun.

“Okay so when I fire this is renders the victim unconscious so we can go and pick them up from the place where they fall. I don’t think Darth Vaita is ready to kill them yet,” said Jue. He walked into the cantina with Skoti behind him.

“I see the Twi`lek,” he whispered, aiming his gun. “You go to the left end of the cantina so you don’t draw attention. Keep your com link open.” Jue waited until the Twi`lek walked a little out from her table and then fired. The bullet hit her right in the neck.

“I got a hit,” said Jue. He paused. “She’s not falling.”

“There’s only one known neutralizer for the tranq poison,” said Skoti. Suddenly Jue vomited.

“What’s wrong?” asked Skoti, hearing the retching noises through the earpiece.

“She must have eaten the innards of a Bantha,” he said, queasy.

“Man, these guys are professionals!” said Skoti, impressed.

“Professionals at what?” asked Jue, recovering from his bout of nausea.

“Professional Jedi Fugitives. Duh,” said Skoti dumbly. “So uh, did Darth Vaita tell us what the rest of the jedi looked like?”

“No, we’re just going to have to shoot the place up,” said Jue.

“Seems legit,” said Skoti.

“Wait. I only have five bullets. There are at least 14 people here,” said Jue. “I’m assuming you have six since you didn’t fire one. Let’s just line up everyone and pick the ones we think are jedi.”

“Great idea!” Skoti exclaimed excitedly. “That will never fail!” He turned to face the occupants of the cantina. “Everyone, hands up! This is Commander General Lieutenant Marshall Darth Skoti. We are on a hunt to find the fugitive jedis. Oh and I’m a Major too.”

“NO! We didn’t think of a plan yet!” whispered Jue.

“It’s ok, I’ve got this,” Skoti whispered. “If you’re a jedi, then come here right now!” No one stood up or did anything.

“Aww, I thought that would work. Fine. I’ll just pick you.” Skoti pointed to a member of the Hutt family. “You look like you’re trying to escape the Fat Tax!” Skoti shot the Hutt in the neck, or wherever his neck would have been if he wasn’t a giant slug creature. No effect. Skoti shot him again.

“Skoti! Spare your tranq bullets!” said Jue.

“I ate three Bantha before I came here,” said the Hutt. Jue collapsed to the floor in agony as the picture of a giant slug creature devouring three hairy banthas overcame his thoughts. The most meat Jue had ever eaten before were small bugs.

“Okay this is taking too long,” said a Mirialan female, kicking Skoti right in the hand to drop his gun.

“Hey!” said Skoti, pulling out another gun.

“You. Had. Another. Gun?!” asked Jue, angrily rising from the floor. “We could have just shot everyone!”

“SHOOT EVERYONE?” the cantina erupted into a giant fight. Three of the customers pulled out lightsabers and started deflecting whatever was getting thrown at them.

“Well I guess three are still alive,” said Skoti. He rolled a small gas grenade on the floor.

“Skoti no not by me!” yelled Jue as he jumped out of the way. Three humanoids were knocked unconscious.

“Always check where you’re throwing those!” Jue yelled at Skoti.

“Relax. I know what I’m doi-” Skoti was hit in the face by a flying lump of unidentified substance. He uttered a high pitch scream.

“Mmh,” said Jue, aiming his tranq gun at the Mirialan.

“NO!” yelled Jue as the Hutt moved in the way of his shot, causing him to waste another bullet. “MOVE!”

“Hey boss, your ship is gone,” said Skoti woozily as someone smashed him over the head with a chair.

“Don’t be sil- HEY WHERE’D MY SHIP GO!” yelled Jue running to the window. “Man, they are professional jedi fugitives. Skoti, for once, you were right!”