A Greek Beauty

"It'll take a lot more than the likes of you to finish me off. Jabba the Hutalways did skimp when it came to hiring his hands. Leaving the booth, Solo flipped the bartender a handful of coins as he andChewbacca moved off. "Sorry for the mess. I always was a rotten host." Heavily armed troopers hurried down the narrow alleyway, glowering from timeto time at the darkly clad beings who hawked exotic goods from dingy little stalls.Here in Mos Eisley's inner regions the walls were high and narrow, turning thepassageway into tunnel. No one stared angrily back at them; no one shouted imprecations or mouthedobscenities. These armored figures moved with the authority of the Empire, theirsidearms boldly displayed and activated. All around, men, not-men, andmechanicals were crouched in waste-littered doorways. Among accumulations ofgarbage and filth they exchanged information and concluded transactions of dubiouslegality. A hot wind moaned down the alleyway and the troopers closed their formation.Their precision and order masked a fear of such claustrophobic quarters. One paused to check a door, only to discover it tightly locked and bolted. Asand-encrusted human shambling nearby visited a half-mad harangue on the trooper.Shrugging inwardly, the soldier gave the crazy human a sour eye before moving ondown the alley to join up again with his fellow.