“Hey. You,” he said to the Chagrian. “Get out before I take you out.” The Chagrian’s chest swelled. If he couldn’t get himself a woman, he seemed to think a fight would be the next best thing. “Take me out, heh? And how do you think you’ll do that?” In a blink Averross’s hand went to his belt, seizing his weapon. His lightsaber blazed into life, its blue glow illuminating the entire room. The Chagrian froze as the cantina fell silent. Averross grinned. “Bet I could manage.” “Jedi,” muttered the Chagrian. Already he was shuffling backward toward the door, head bowed. “I didn’t know—you—you
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