[Episode IV – Cat. C][L9 - Coruscant - NR3F] You shall not pass!

Sergeant Galf, of the New Republic frigate Redoubt, headed with confident strides down the main boulevard in Ucru District. A liberty chit in his pocket, and his blaster in a concealed carry holster inside his waistband. On the outskirts of the district he entered a smaller side street, and went through the entrance to The Khassad Grotto, a small pazaak club. A few credits to the bouncer just inside ensured that his blaster didn't trigger the detector further inside, and he could enter the cantina undisturbed. A few minutes later, he had his tokens, a drink, and a friendly game of pazaak in progress.

A few hours later, his tokens had grown to a small pile. From the corner of his eye Galf noted a Gungan and a Trandoshan coming in. Both wearing the mark of the Black Sun. Collecting debts or protection money, he thought. Either way it meant trouble. They started harassing the patrons of the club at the other end. Both were carrying heavy blasters: small enough to be able to hide without too much trouble, yet deadly, and accurate, enough.

"Yousa boyos paye mula. Black Sunnies protect yousa from baddie robbars." The Gungan, obviously in charge of the two, started frisking one of the Grotto's owners for credits. "Meesa no thiefo, meesa Bal-Bal Rog, yousa humble servant, best pallo!” Galf heard from the next room.

Time to leave. He collected his tokens, thanked for the game, and left his table. Too late. In the doorway stood the pair. "Going somewhere?"

"Yeah, I'm cleaned out at the table tonight, so I'm heading back to base." Schutta. That was not what he should have said. Well, too late now.

"Base? Yousa republic?” said the Gungan. "Fisko, pallo, wesa got a litto piggo. Mesa likey. Bosses pay bombad mula for dissun. Yousa no going base."

A server droid came by with a flask on a tray. For some reason the air of nervousness that the protocol droids, and server droids, always had around them, seemed for the first time to fit the atmosphere. The Trandoshan pushed the droid away to block the doorway. The droid stumbled. "Oh, pardon me. I'm so sorry", the droid stuttered.

"Maybe we can come to some sort of agreement? I have friends that could help... If I could just call them." Galf moved his hand towards his comlink at his belt.

The Trandoshan, Fisko, raised his blaster. "You shall not pass this door alone, unless you pay more than the bosses will. Plus extra for the trouble."

"As I said, I don't have it with me..." Galf started.

"You shall not pass!” the Trandoshan interrupted. Galfs blaster cleared its holster. His finger already on the trigger as the blaster leveled with the Trandoshan. The blaster bolt left the barrel. Galf started moving to the next target, sure of his aim that he knew that his bolt would hit the mark. However, the Gungan's blaster was already in motion...