"Hey, Mandalorian! Amir's inside," Wolf shouted.
The Mandalorian didn't respond; he just walked around the two men and went inside.
Han Solo froze for a moment, then quickly stood up and followed him.
"Mandalorian, my name is Han Solo. Listen to me. I have a plan."
Amir finished assembling the simple device and could hear Han Solo's introduction from a distance.
At that moment, the Mandalorian finally walked over, staring straight ahead and completely ignoring Han Solo beside him.
"Where's my money?" he asked.
Amir picked up a metal plate he had prepared earlier and handed it over.
The Mandalorian held the plate up to his eyes and examined it carefully. He even carved a few marks into it with his pocket knife before saying, "A fair price."
"Of course. Want to have a drink later?"
"Why not?" He was clearly in a good mood.
"You're buying."
". . ."
Ignoring Han Solo, who winked at him, Amir put the small signal jammer in his bag and led Din Djarin off the ship.
"Let's go, Wolf. Do you want to have a drink, or would you rather check out the moisture farm outside the city?" Amir asked.
"The farm can wait," he replied, standing up.
As expected, Han Solo followed closely behind like a shadow.
The group made their way into the Mos Eisley tavern.
In the crowded, noisy tavern, Amir and his companions found a spot on the edge and sat down.
Sitting in a prominent spot always attracted unwanted attention from unscrupulous creatures who were more of a nuisance than a danger.
The familiar Bith band was playing, and all sorts of strange creatures were dancing around them.
"What would you like to order?" A modified robot waiter approached them, speaking in the universal language.
"A Tatooine Sunset," Amir ordered, asking for a cup of tea.
"Why would you want to drink something sour and sweet, Amir?" Wolf shouted. "I'll have a Bloody Rancor."
This alcoholic beverage contained a piece of edible bone, living up to its name.
Han Solo looked at Wolf, hesitating; he clearly wanted to try the drink as well.
I suggest you choose carbonite. It suits you, Amir thought, remembering the scene in the movie where Han Solo was frozen in carbonite by Boba Fett.
"No, I want a Bloody Rancor."
"Good luck."
His gaze settled on the Mandalorian in the helmet.
"Don't worry. I brought you a straw." Amir took out the bamboo straw that he had picked up from the spaceship.
"Beer." The Mandalorian still didn't accept Amir's "kindness."
"So, what's your name? I can't keep calling you Mandalorian," Amir asked.
The Mandalorian hesitated for a moment before saying, "Din Djarin. It's been too long since I've heard that name."
"All right, Old Din. What are you planning to do next? Take the reward and relax, or keep taking jobs?"
At that moment, Han Solo seized the opportunity to place his hand on the table and interject, "Listen to me. I have a plan."
Finally, all three turned to look at him.
"All right, I heard about the Empire's attack plans from a few officers a couple of days ago. This is their only large-scale attack. Afterward, the troops will be scattered to multiple planets. Some of these planets have chaotic environments. Trust me; we can steal the Empire's weapons during this opportunity."
"If you want to die, go by yourself. Don't drag us along," Amir said helplessly. Though there might be a chance, few would risk their lives.
"You're coming with me. I know you need the money." Han Solo looked at Din Djarin.
"I need to stay alive more."
At that moment, the drinks were served.
Wolf picked up the crimson drink and took a sip. Han Solo, who had been interrupted, furrowed his brows. He realized he had underestimated the drink.
Amir slowly sipped the hazy yellow drink; steam rose from the cup.
"Feel free to use a straw. I have plenty on my ship."
"No need." Din Djarin lifted his helmet slightly, revealing his mouth, and took a small sip, but even that made him uncomfortable.
Han Solo, ignored, sulkily crossed his legs and stared at the Bloody Rancor filled with meat bones. Finally, he made up his mind, picked up the straw, and took a big gulp. The spiciness of the alcohol and the bloodiness of the bones made him wrinkle his brow.
"It tastes pretty good," he said.
"You don't have to join this mission. All you need to do is find Crimson Dawn and rescue your girlfriend," Amir suggested.
"That's why I need money. I need a ship so I can do whatever I want more easily."
"I still suggest you go check it out first. Maybe there's an opportunity for you to strike it rich with Crimson Dawn."
Han Solo fell silent, slowly sipping the blood-red drink in his hand.
"Maybe you're right," Han sighed.
"I know a thing or two about Crimson Dawn," the Mandalorian said. "They've been very active lately, recruiting a lot of bounty hunters."
"Look," Amir waved his hand.
"So, will you help me find them?" Han Solo asked.
"If the price is right," Din Djarin said as he finished his drink.
Han Solo looked back at Amir.
"All right, I can help you with that, but remember to pay me back," Amir said helplessly. He couldn't expect someone who had just escaped the Imperial Army to have savings. He couldn't ask him to sell his rifle, either.
The group chatted aimlessly for a while longer.
"I've got to go." Din Djarin stood up.
Years of wandering the galaxy had reduced his desire for pleasure to a minimum. Everything was about efficiency now. Now that he had a new job, he could leave sooner.
Han Solo stood up as well and looked at Amir. "Thanks. I promise you won't regret it."
"I hope so."
After finishing their drinks, Amir led Wolf, who had been drinking silently, back to the Traveler.
"We've escaped a desperate situation and made a fortune. Let's go to the barbecue restaurant where the ships dock tonight. They say they roast a whole dragon camel every night."
"Where did you get the money?" Wolf asked.
Amir cleared his throat awkwardly. The refined ore he had obtained from Lango was worth well over ten thousand credit points.
His once-empty wallet was now well-stocked again.
"I'll be hanging around here," Wolf said. "I'll wait for you there tonight."
After Wolf left, Amir started the Traveler and flew straight to Obi-Wan's hut.
Upon entering, he noticed that Obi-Wan was not out wandering today, but rather, meditating in front of the hut.
"It's good to see you back safe and sound, Amir," said Obi-Wan, opening his eyes. "And I can sense it—your Force has grown stronger."
"The Force has grown stronger?" Amir closed his eyes and intensified his perception of the Force. Indeed, he felt a deeper and more intimate connection with the Force around him.
"It might be from using it constantly lately." Amir had maintained his connection to the Force while piloting the spacecraft to evade attacks.
"That's correct. Constant practice is one of the most effective ways to strengthen the Force."
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