[LDR]

As Varik and Kif sat down, they saw Traver burst into the ship's main hold.

''Sorry, I arranged some things.''

"Traver, you seem much more...jumpy since the last time we spoke. Last time I saw you, you were a drunken loser.", Kif said.

"Looks a little more than jumpy.", Varik added.

"I just got this baby. Heavily modified of course. Always handy when you just can't persuade the cops.''

"Congratulations, and I've had this 'baby' for years.", Kif said, laughing, holding his pistol. "This gun's got more history than your own life. My ancestor used it in the Jedi Civil War to kill some Sith Officer named Mon Halan."

"And I've got lightsabers, which neither of your toys can hold a candle to.", Varik said, chuckling.

''So, we're going to Tatooine? I hate sand. You can't chew on it.''

"Actually, you could. It just leaves a rather...dusty sensation in your mouth.", Kif said, chuckling at the thought of Traver chewing sand.