Fuck Mubo. Fuck the First Order. Fuck the underground syndicates. Fuck Battu. Fuck your life.

You were covered in droid grease and blaster wounds that had been frantically healed, half empty bacta spays, almost broken seeker droids, and a bag of credits that weren't nearly enough to compensate your time and efforts. Mubo only gave you half of what you expected for a bunch of gonk droid parts and the head of a damn probe droid.

You need a fucking raise.

Or a drink.

"Jeez, kid! Look at ya! Mubo been workin' ya to the bone, eh? Well, I ain't no Jedi, but I got a lil somethin' to lift your spirits."

To your absolute relief, Seezelslak sets a hot meal in front of you. Rice with a bunch of steamed veggies and hearty meat that kind of tastes like bantha meat. Ever since you've saved him from the First Order brainwashing him, he's grown much more attached to you in a way you didn't expect. Of course, you did gather ingredients for him and brought in some customers due to being a part time bounty hunter (mainly for artifacts) but this behavior was just getting out of hand.

But it did get you a nice discount on anything and everything you ordered so it was really a 50-50. And in all honesty, from what you could guess, he either felt like he owed you or he just didn't want his only loyal friend to get into any more trouble than needed. That theory was cemented even more when you looked up and saw a worried look in his six eyes, a look that he tried to hide from you. He smiled and patted the bar.

"How 'bout a story, eh?"