Prince of Katarr

PROFESSIONAL IDIOT
SULLUST
Nej had a way with words. He had a better way with cards. But often times, he didn't play for credits- he played for scores. It was common to wager uncommon things, the rarer the better. He just so happened to be wagered a Jedi Holocron, against his piece of an ancient Starmap.
Boom-shaka-laka. A little sleight of hand, a little stun setting on his blaster, rocket boots, and an escape worthy of it's own movie- he was in possession of a holocron. Well. With nothing to show for it. He tried plugging it in, shaking it, talking to it, with no avail. Apparently, word on the street from the who's-who of other idiots was that Nej had to find a Jedi to find out what was on it.
Well- Nej and Jedi, may have had their differences which made it difficult to find the right one. He could have taken it to a Sith. Maybe one of them could help too. But he'd rather run into a do-gooder in a bathrobe than a do-badder in a darker bathrobe. The difference, mainly being, that Nej would probably walk away with the encounter with the Jedi without being tied up (in the bad way)-
Well, without being tied up and murdered.
Although, he did hear Sith women are pretty...
He bounced the Holocron in his hands, watching the RTL citizens pass by him in the cafe. He was not aware- that in the force, the Holocron was humming, like a beacon. A giant force flashlight in a dark room, more or less. Whatever was on it, was something else. He wasn't even sure where it came from- the Holocron was Jedi in origin, but how far back was anyone's guess. Could've been Old Republic, could have been High Republic, could have been New Jedi Order- pick one, and it was probably correct. Nej just had no way of knowing.
So, he left it on the bag on his hip, and sipped at his drink, none the wiser of the danger, power, or knowledge he might've contained. To Nej, it was a score, and a blank check that was either worth quite a lot- or quite a lot of nothing. Either way, he didn't have much else going on. That is of course, he wasn't aware that there were about thirty or forty mercenaries coming towards the same cafe, about a mile out, walking through the same city.
He ordered his caf and his sandwich, mulling over which Jedi to go to, or which Sith to get it to. Unless someone found him first.