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The man frowned into his drink, he had been in a situation like him before. Instead life chose for him, and it ruined everything. "Listen, don't do anything you'll regret. Something this big doesn't just go away if you poke it enough, if ya fight it they'll just call in more, then what? Keep fighting, you can't fight most of the galaxy. The odds are against you from the start." He said, then gave a heavy sigh. The way he spoke of avoiding a fight was so unlike his past self. He threw himself into the worse of it, he even went hunting Jedi. Yet due to his luck he always won it out, but with something as big as the Empire ones luck was bound to run out.

When he spoke again it was a change of subject. "If you both have been around the planet, I don't suppose you know where the Varston moisture farm is? I bought his farm from him. Now I know it's a piece of junk, and it's falling apart but I figure I got plenty of credits to hire some help to help me fix up the place, and some people to help get it runnin. I'll pay ya if you show me where it is, few bonus creds if ya tell me what's gonna eat me on this planet if I go out alone." He spoke his offer, hoping the enticement of credits would grease some palms. Then again not everybody was like him. He loved his credits, but as much as he loved his credits he loved what you could do with it. If ya have em, you should flaunt em. Especially if you are the toughest son of a Rancor around. Something The Empire has in spades.
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He watched as the occupational garrison made land fall, and he chuckled. He scanned the bar as one of them spoke of opposing the empire. "They are The Republic you fool." He said rather sharply, his voice was like that of a parent chastising their child. "The Seppies died with The Republic. Or at least I think, you see droids marching around out here? Doesn't matter if they still exist or not. They aren't going to help you. Now if you had two brain cells to rub together you'd shut up, and keep your eyes down. Yeah? Less you get a sympathizer to kick your ass." He continued, before lifting his glass for a long drink.

His drink tasted terrible, fucking backwater worlds. People had no manners, these people were lucky enough to have some form of assistance out here. They bring business just like anyone else and they want to fight it already? You think in a backwater like this they'd love being able to have more work as well, and he didn't doubt the Imperials would offer bounty contracts. So why were people so eager to bite the hand that can potentially feed them. If you keep your eyes down, obey their laws, then nothing has to happen to you. He let out a long sigh, he could almost hear the voice of the woman he lost chastising him for being to mean to the guy speaking open treason in a bar. It wouldn't be the first time he heard someone speak treason in a bar. He'd heard the same shit in the bounty hunter guild as well. Join the Separatists and only accept contracts from them, no join The Republic. Fuck em both, they never really cared for you anyways. If Leo was given the chance he'd have put a blaster bolt in Dooku's, and the Chancellors head if they popped up on a contract. That's the only thing that Leo would obey a bounty hunters contract. Nice, and airtight.

As he lost himself in his thoughts, he snapped back to reality. "Hey boss, whatever that guy is drinking pour me one down here." He said, the bartender was happy to oblige, giving him the same liquid bronze drink he put it on the counter near the empty stool next to him. He beckoned the man over. "Come ere, take a seat. Let's talk for awhile. You look like you know the lay of the land here anyhow." Leo spoke across the bar, this time his tone of voice was a little bit more friendlier.
The ship had entered the upper atmosphere of the planet, and headed for the closest available landing pad in the space port. From there the announcement came over for the crew, and it's solitary passenger could now leave the ship via the landing ramp. Leo took a deep breath as he made his way through the corridors of the light freighter. He had paid well for passage, and they had accommodated him well but he hated being inside a ship. It was too cramped, to easy to die in. He wouldn't of even been able to fight back before his death hit him. So he never bothered to learn to pilot. Choosing instead to let someone else do the flying. His boots echoed across the metal mesh flooring, as he made his way through the winding corridors of the ship, down the ramp, and out into the hot air of the desert world. The local garrison had already met them on the landing pad, a squad of storm troopers, and an officer stopped them. "Present identification, and do not attempt to flee. If you do all of you shall be met with the full might of the emperors finest." The officer said, holding his hand out for data pads. His uniform was spotless, and there was hardly a trace of dust on his boots. The same went for his escort of storm troopers. They probably pissed someone off if they were assigned to this backwater. So anything for them to look good on inspections, and retrieve a reassignment.

When the time came for Leo to present his datapad the officer was annoyed having to cycle through so many people. When he looked over Leo's identification he smirked. "Are you here for business, or pleasure? Bounty hunter." He asked.
"Neither, I'm here to make an honest living for once. Saved up enough credits to buy a moisture farm, and equipment for it. Sir."
"Well make sure you stay out of trouble, we'll be watching you." The officer said, with a tinge of contempt. He handed back Leo's datapad, and sent him on his way. From there it was just a matter of going to the governors office registering his moisture farm, and showing him the deeds he had bought. All boring stuff, but for once boring was good. Leo had spent too long fighting, and had too many near scrapes with death that a boring life, and a boring time felt like paradise. Even if it was on a backwater desert world.

With his time in the governors office done. He went off, he decided to walk the streets of the main city of Haven. Taking time to explore, buying the essentials for his farm plus some rations that he could live off of out there in the desert, and a piece of junk speeder that was way overpriced. He was sure he could hire someone to fix it given time. He still had plenty of the credits he saved up so he decided to treat himself. So he moved his way over to the local cantina. On a backwater like this he knew what to expect. Off duty imperials, and the shady type of men. People like himself. Bounty hunters, hired killers, outlaws trying to keep their head down, and avoid eye contact with the garrison, smugglers. He didn't even care, he wasn't here on business, so he had nothing to fear, nor did they. He stepped quickly over to the bar, and took a seat on a stool facing the bartender. "Something strong please, but something strong for a human. Last thing I need is for you to give me something that could kill me." He said. His voice was quick, and firm. The bartender didn't even regard him, or say anything. Just a curt nod, and a quick pour of a drink. He set it down in front of Leo, and turned back to his conversation. But the former bounty hunter didn't care, instead he lost himself in his drink.



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