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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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"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."

Good enough for Fett. He swings into action... and she... fires. Unfortuntly the gun is still aimed at Bonzo's leg. He'd better move fast or he's gonna be hurting.

As for Fett the girl is disarmed, but she continues to struggle.

Bonzo's leg gets grazed, and he collapses on that leg. He looks up at Petra, and sees that she's been detained. Pulling himself up, he looks over at Fett. "I'll go get the money. Remember, she stays in the Bar."

Fett nods.

"Let go of me you son of a bitch!"

"As much as I like you, I can't do that."

"Damn you!"

Bonzo heads into the Bar, and about five minutes (and an account cleaning-out) later, he's back with credit chips in a pouch on his belt. "You want the credit chips now, or at a more convenient time?" A gesture to Petra as the reason the time is inconvenient.

"Give them to the bar. Is there anything in particular you want me to do with her? Other then the full disarmerment?"

Bonzo thinks for a second. "Make sure she doesn't have anymore weapons in her room or hidden on her person." Translation? Cavity search. "Other than that, indefinite detention in the Bar should do fine."

Gotta be the most expensive babysitter in the galaxy.

Petra smiles. "I don't have the key to my room with me. And the bar won't give you one."

Translation- Kit has it.

Bonzo stares at her. "I'll get the door to her room. I have a manual override." That curved thing on his belt.

"The bar won't be happy. It's not going to work." Silently, Kit... run.

"You lead. I'll follow." Says Fett.

Bonzo leads the way, trailing a small trickle of blood from the grazing wound the bullet caused. And, naturally, limping along.

And Fett drags Petra along. and she fights. Someone should seriously notice this, but most people have gone to bed. Her guns are left in the grass along with her coat.

Kit pounces on the stuff and mews. The key dangles from his neck.