BARVE HUNT (Chapter 2) is one of the written materials found in a Data Storage Unit.
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Slinereel was a problem, Onar thought. A real problem. It was one thing if this guy was just a corporate shill, maybe working for Kuat Drive Yards, or maybe one of the Durasteel corps. He could even be an Imperial liaison and it wouldn't have made that much difference. Corporate types were all the same, they'd take the loss in cash, write it off, and then get back to work.
Slinereel on the other hand, was not a corporate type. He was a Zabrak. A mean Zabrak. Onar had a partner once that told him Slinereel was the kind of guy that would shoot himself in the foot if it would make him some money. He'd limp to the bank counting his credits. And if he was willing to do that, you know he was willing to shoot other people in much more prominent places on their bodies.
Onar had settled down in the bar then, when the Rodian told him about Slinereel. The Rodian said he could cut Onar a deal. All smiles and teeth now that he felt he had Onar over a barrel.
He said, "I won't even report this little attempt of yours to con us out of our money. It took guts doing what you did, walking in here off the street and trying to hustle me."
Onar said he didn't know what the Rodian was talking about, but he didn't really mean it. The Rodian knew too.
"We'll have a duel. In the gladiator pit. This planet has one in every city. For settling differences."
Onar looked across the table at the little Rodian, short even for his species, and small. He said sure, that would be fine.
The Rodian said, "I'll meet you in the morning at the pit."
Onar sat back and watched as the little green businessman took a last swig of his Jawa beer and sat it back on the table.
"And I'll bring my champion with me."
Onar felt his stomach drop.