EXT. CORUSCANT -- GALACTIC CITY -- CORUSCANT PLAZA -- SUNSET
Through Coruscant Plaza -- a large, wide-open plaza whereupon stand various shops and restaurants tailored to suit the various needs and wants of Coruscant's residents and visitors -- walk Siri and Uzochi, together hand-in-hand. A sufficient amount of time has passed since we last saw them together, enough for 'Chi to have grown comfortable in Siri's presence.
As the two pass by a VERPINE ICE CREAM MAN selling cones from a small stand, 'Chi halts in his tracks, eyes fixed on the inviting insectoid.
UZOCHI: (tugs at Siri's sleeve) Siri, ice cream!
SIRI: No, 'Chi, we have to be getting home.
UZOCHI: (begins hopping with enthusiasm) Please, Siri, please!
Stopping a moment, the Jedi Knight ponders on the situation. Coming to a conclusion, she sighs with frustration.
SIRI: Alight, but let's make this quick. I don't want a repeat of the other day with the toy store, okay?
UZOCHI: (grins) Thanks, Siri!
Rolling her eyes, Siri takes the small boy over to the ice cream stand.
VERPINE ICE CREAM MAN: (speaking through a translator) Hello, ma'am. What would you like today?
UZOCHI: Beebleberry-chocolate swirl!
SIRI: (to the Verpine) One cone of beebleberry-chocolate swirl.
Scooping out a blob of beebleberry-chocolate swirl, the Verpine plops it down into a cone and hands it to the Jedi.
VERPINE ICE CREAM VENDOR: That'll be two credits, please.
Fishing out the two credits, she hands them to the Verpine as she accepts the cone. Bending low, she hands the ice cream to 'Chi, who begins to lick it with great relish.
VERPINE ICE CREAM MAN: How about you, ma'am? Would you like anything?
SIRI: Hmmm ... I'm not sure.
VERPINE ICE CREAM MAN: How about a scoop of magenge cream?
SIRI: Magenge cream?
VERPINE ICE CREAM MAN: Yes, magenge cream. It's made from magenge fungus, a favoured staple among my people.
SIRI: Oh, I knew that. I've just never had it before.
VERPINE ICE CREAM MAN: Well, now, this'll be a new experience for you! Why not give it a try?
SIRI: (smiles) Oh, alright. It won't kill me, after all. (frowns) Will it?
VERPINE ICE CREAM MAN: Magenge is compatible with the Human digestive tract.
SIRI: That'll be another two credits, right?
VERPINE ICE CREAM MAN: Correct.
Siri gives the Verpine another pair of credits. Accepting them, he gives her a cone of pale green magenge cream.
VERPINE ICE CREAM MAN: Give it a lick and tell me how it tastes.
Accepting the cone, Siri looks it over from a moment. She then sticks out her tongue and gives it a taste. Immediately, her eyes bug out.
VERPINE ICE CREAM MAN: Is it to your liking?
SIRI: It's excellent!
VERPINE ICE CREAM MAN: Glad to hear it.
SIRI: Thank you!
VERPINE ICE CREAM MAN: Have yourself a pleasant evening, ma'am.
SIRI: You, too.
Taking Uzochi by his free hand, Siri leaves the ice cream stand.
EXT. GALACTIC CITY -- TEMPLE DISTRICT -- SUNSET
Now behind the wheel of her airspeeder, Siri flies over the city blocks of the Temple District, on a course for the Jedi Temple which stands like a behemoth in the distance.
INT. AIRSPEEDER/CAB -- SUNSET
As Siri drives, 'Chi looks upon her fondly, a smile across his chocolate coloured face.
SIRI: (notices 'Chi's stare) What's up, 'Chi?
UZOCHI: Siri ...
SIRI: Yes?
UZOCHI: You're nice to me. You take me to the park every day. You buy me ice cream. I like being with you.
SIRI: (smiles) That's nice of you to say, 'Chi. I like being with you, too.
UZOCHI: I wish you were my mommy.
SIRI: (frowns) Why do you say that, 'Chi?
UZOCHI: (grows sullen) Mommy and Daddy are never around. They hate me.
SIRI: Oh, 'Chi, don't say that! Your mommy and daddy love you more than the worlds themselves!
UZOCHI: Then why aren't they ever home?
SIRI: 'Chi, the reason your mommy and daddy aren't home so much is because they're busy being Jedi. They'd like to be with you more, but they can't right now.
UZOCHI: (frowns) Then why don't they stop being Jedi?
SIRI: It's not that easy, 'Chi.
UZOCHI: Why not?
SIRI: It's hard to explain right now, but you'll understand when you're older, when it's time for you to become a Jedi.
UZOCHI: Maybe I don't want to be a Jedi.
SIRI: (sighs) Maybe you won't, but give it time before you make up your mind, okay?
UZOCHI: Okay, Siri.
Reaching out with her right hand, Siri gives 'Chi's shoulder a rub and a squeeze, a small smile coming to her lips.
EXT. GALACTIC CITY -- ENTERTAINMENT STREET -- NIGHTCLUB -- SUNSET
Entertainment Street -- with its smoggy air, run-down buildings, flickering lights, and disreputable-looking characters -- lies at the heart of the world planet's seedy underbelly, far from the well-maintained, gleaming chrome centres of civilization that serve as the planet's public face to the rest of the Empire.
Arriving at the entrance to a grime-stained establishment bearing a blue neon "NIGHTCLUB" sign above its door are Llomon and Mahttoh.
INT. NIGHTCLUB -- SUNSET
The bounty hunters enter the nightclub. Looking about the dingy interior, they see a number of clientele -- all seedy and disreputable like the people outside -- lounging around, nursing drinks and talking in hushed tones at the bar or in booths. Silently, they move forward across the room toward the bar.
As they stop before the grimy bar counter and plop down in a pair of seats, a Balosar sitting beside Mahttoh -- VISS UTHAR -- turns toward them.
VISS UTHAR: You wanna buy some deathsticks? I'm selling them at prime rates.
LLOMON: We don't want any deathsticks.
VISS UTHAR: (leans forward) Oh, c'mon, you can't tell me you don't wanna buy --
Grabbing the Balosar by the back of the head, Mahttoh slams Uthar's face down onto the counter. Pulling the Balosar's face back up, exposing his bashed-in and bloody nose for all to see, the Wookiee then pushes him away, knocking his unconscious form to the floor.
Seeing this altercation, the Besalisk bartender XED is quick to reach under his counter and pull out a blaster rifle.
XED: Alright, ya twos. Ya gonna cause trouble, ya get out o' here now!
With lightning speed, Mahttoh lunges forward, grabbing hold of the rifle barrel and wrenching it out of the Besalisk's hands before he can pull the trigger. No longer armed, visibly frightened, the bartender takes several cautious steps back.
LLOMON: We're not looking for trouble, just information.
XED: (stammering) I-i-information?
LLOMON: Yes. You see, we're looking for someone, but we're new to the planet and don't know where he lives.
XED: Is t'at so?
MAHTTOH: (sneers) Yes.
LLOMON: Furthermore, he's a Jedi.
XED: A Jedi.
LLOMON: We need to get in touch with someone who might have access to the information we seek. We would appreciate it if you'd give us a name and an address to such an individual.
XED: Sure, no problem. (beat) What ya gonna offer me for t'is info?
LLOMON: Your life.
To punctuate this point, Mahttoh takes hold of either end of Xed's blaster rifle and applies pressure to them, bending the weapon into a boomerang.
XED: (swallows audibly) Point taken.
Llomon grins.