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Petra sits with her back to the building, and her coat on the ground before her. She has a rag and scrub, and one of her guns is lying taken appart before her. Another sits in its holster on her hip. Metodicly she scrubs dirt and oil off of a spring in front of her.

A shadow falls across her work and she glances up.

"Boba Fett, hello."

He inclines his head in hello and kneels down to examine the pieces before the girl.

"Heard you had a failed business venture with a not-jedi."

He grunts. "Yeah, well, things happen."

She grins. "He's tricky, and I doubt you'd get a bounty on him. Just a kid playing pretend." Seems like she doesn't take him placing a mark on a 'friend' badly. "Too bad you lost him. He's a pain."

Petra continues to clean her gun, and she and Fett are talking about nothing much.

[ooc: mun is posting Fett for a friend, for purposes of RP.

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Bonzo shakes his head. "When you're talking about Darth Vader's legacy providing tips, I'm pretty sure you're not talking about 'saber form." He's reluctant to unhook the lightsaber from his belt because of what that entails in his mind. Because...this is Petra for crying out loud...she's never been a mass murderer, outside of the Battleroom!

"If it will bring peace? Then what is the problem?"

Still very cold voice. Fett simply continues to watch.

"How far are you willing to go for peace, Petra? Far enough to kill thousands? Millions?" Pause. "Far enough to lose?"

"As far as I have to go. Don't you get it Madrid? To have Peace?"

She grips her gun, but doesn't do anything more then that.

He closes his eyes. I'm not going to draw first. She's armed, but she hasn't done anything yet, and she can't kill the Battle Schoolers while she's in here.

"What's your plan, Petra? I'm not from your world...telling me won't hurt anyone there."

"Ah, but we're not friends. So why would I tell you?"

She keeps her gun ready.

"We're not enemies, Petra. And if you don't plan on killing innocent people and justifying it with bringing peace, then I have no reason to try and stop you."

"Theres always a price for peace. The buggers died, that war was over. People will always die in conflict."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean killing them is justifiable."

"So says Bonzo Madrid eh?"

"Ironic, isn't it?"

"Hypocritical I say. People die, and that's the end."

"Not hypocritical when I disagree with who I used to be. And who do you plan on killing?"

On principle, the killing issue sits badly with him. But if it's in a straight battle, it's...defensible. Still, there's something rotten here.

"If you know where I'm pulling the idea from, you probably have a good idea already. But then again, your first guess was wrong. Incidently, didn't I tell you? Most of the important ones are already dead."

Bonzo takes a deep breath and glances at Boba for a second before looking Petra over. "You know I can't let you do that Petra." And we have someone here who can stop you, too.

"You can't stop me either. The bar doesn't care, I'm not doing it in its domain."

Fett notes the look and steps forward. "If you two are going to fight, I suggest another location."

Bonzo smiles ever so gently.

"I'm not going to fight. She might, but I'll only defend myself." Pause. "And she can't kill people if she doesn't leave the Bar, after all." Things click into place, and whatever the Common equivalent of 'trust fund' comes to mind. "Five thousand credits to keep her in the Bar as long as I say, without killing her."

Petra's eyes flash.

Fett considers this. "Now why would I take a bounty, from you?"

"I've got the cash, you're a bounty hunter, and I've never heard of you refusing a bounty." Pause. "Ten thousand."

Petra stands there, too angry to do -anything-. No killing in bar... no killing in bar...

"Make it fifteen." Fett responds.

"Thirteen. This one won't even get you a lecture from Security, after all." Pause. "Neither violent nor outside business. Fifteen if you get rid of all her weapons."

That's going too far. Petra steps sideways so she can aim at boy boys, and her other arm goes for the second gun at her hip.

"You will not stop me from what I have to do."

Shit. Plain and simple, isn't it? Bonzo declines to draw his lightsaber, incredulously.

"You can't kill me in here, Petra."

"I know where to hit you where you won't be able to stand."

Bonzo takes a deep breath.

"There are healers in here." Pause. "Eighteen if she's disarmed now, and kept that way permanently."