We hit an industrial part of town and I began cruising down the streets for a body shop. The first one looked too prosperous but the second one was an...old brick building with two cars out front with "for sale" signs on them. The owner reminded me of a greedy reptile with greasy hair, bad teeth, and darting eyes; I could scarely believe my good fortune. Even more, "Dale" couldn't keep his eyes off of Kristy, which I hoped distracted the few brain cells I expected to find. For less dollars than I. " "Very clever," I told her. I then produced a small jewelry box from my pocket and gave it to her. "From me." She told me to open mine first and I did. Inside the box was a fancy titanium watch, that I once mentioned to her I wanted. "Oh my god this must have cost you a lot," I told her. " I know you really wanted it," she replied. "Thanks," I said and gave her a hug. She didn't really let me go right away and pulled back slowly. "Open yours," I told her. I had gotten her a necklace. “Go! Shoo!! We saw the sexy strangers first!!” Shortly the two Zeltrons led the trio into what could have been a classy bar in Coruscant. Misti turned and gave Trix the one over. “We’ll get you ship taken care of and your fuel, but first you have to do something for us!” She pointed beyond the dance floor to a stage with several shiny poles coming up from the floor of the floor. “Get on up there and show us what you’ve got and make it good or you’ll never see your precious planet of Onderon. The guard looked too young to know any better. Tariq could have seen this guard as another parasite, nosing his way into higher affairs, but he raised no objection to this intruder, and the guard looked as though he had walked a woman’s boudoir. He apologized for the inconvenience. The driver took this a step further and made him promise never to handle another car in that manner. The dark–faced soldier waved the car through with a quivering smile.The city slowly came upon them. White–washed.