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“You tryin’ to flatter me by callin’ me tough, or just remind me how damn old I am?” Nydo didn’t look at her as he spoke. He was wearing a young face today, a young body, but his cells were old, and the decades were taking their toll. He finished his drink, then finally looked over at the girl, studying her. She wasn’t like the Padawans from the old days–thank the Force for that. She was something fresh and new. Maybe she wouldn’t go down the same road that led the arrogant old Jedi Order to ruin.
“You that Rey kid the First Order’s looking for? Seems like you really got ‘em spooked.” He ordered another drink and sipped it slowly. “S’pose General Organa sent you. I reckon she’s about the only one in your outfit who’d know where to look for me. You got a job that needs doing?”
“I certainly wouldn’t be here if there weren’t a job that needed doing,” she said, quirking an eyebrow as she looked around the room -- her expression said it all. “Yes, she sent me. And I am might be that Rey kid. If you come with me, you’ll find out.” The whole...subtle recon thing? Not Rey’s thing, but she was trying. She leaned against the bar, genuinely curious -- would he come with her? Was General Organa’s name that powerful, or influential, on this man?
