As I neared the bar, I noticed a few physical features about the Jedi. She looked about 21 years old, with bright, youthful eyes, in a dark shade of green. Her long brown hair was tied up into several long braids, going down the side of her back. She wore a simple black cloak, with dark brown robes, and her lightsaber clipped to her utility belt.
    As I got closer, I overheard their conversation. The Jedi said to Maku, "So. To close the deal, once you have sabotaged the New Republic's fleet on Corellia, you will be paid 500'000 credits, will get the ship that goes with that card, and never have to worry about the authorities again. Deal?" Maku replied, "It's a deal. Good doing business with you.”
    The Jedi got up, set a few credits on the table to pay for her Blue-Milk Sunday, and left the building. I watched her through the window until she climbed into her purple starfighter, and left. Then, I sat down in the booth with Maku.
    Maku looked at me, surprise in his eyes, and then got up to leave. I pulled out my DH-17 Blaster Pistol, and leveled it with his head. I said, “Oh, please, Maku. Sit down. Let’s... have a talk.” He sat back down, eyeing my blaster. I saw his hand go to his holster, and I aimed my blaster at his hand. “Don’t even think about it.” He brought his hand back up to the table.
    Maku said, “Listen, Mandrake. I don’t want any trouble. We both have been in a situation like this before. I’m just trying to make a living.” I sneered. “Listen, Old Man. I don’t care about your living. To tell the truth, I don’t really care about you. But that Jedi. What was her name?”
    He began stuttering about customer privacy, and his confidentiality agreements. “Who is she!” I yelled. He stopped abruptly, and said, “I don’t know that much about her! All she said was that her name was Margaret Fireborn!” My faced blanched with horror. I whispered to myself, “Maggie.” Then, I ran out of the cantina, to my ship, The New Dawn.