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Fez adjusted the brim of his fez. It was time to make a withdrawal.

Fez drew his weapon then—a heavy, sawed-off blaster pistol that looked like it had been carved from a starship engine. He fired twice from the hip. The second and third pirates slammed back against the bar, bottles of Fermented Klatooine spirits shattering around them. fez matsiki

He moved across the cantina floor with a liquid grace that belied his heavy combat boots. The ambient chatter died down not because he drew a weapon, but because of the way the light caught the insignia on his hat. The locals knew the maroon fez. It meant business was about to be conducted, and usually, someone was going to bleed. Fez adjusted the brim of his fez

"Welcome, young one," Zein said, "I have been expecting you. You seek something, though you may not know what it is yet." He fired twice from the hip

"Kill him!" Skeedo shrieked.

Zein observed Akira's fascination and approached with a mysterious smile. "Let me show you something," Zein said, disappearing into the back room.