[Center][h1][colour=limegreen]Sable[/colour][/h1][/center]

[Colour=limegreen]"You call these value for money? [I]look[/i] at it, it's bruised… all of them are bruised.[/colour] Sable had been ranting at the young stall attendant for over 20 minutes now because her vegetables were bruised or too small for the price. "B… But you bruised some of them." The attendant meekly replied from her position of cowering in the corner. [Colour=limegreen]"Irrelevant."[/colour]. 

From behind a curtain an older man with a walking stick emerged, giving a look of 'Oh for fucks sake not again. He consoled the girl who couldn't have been more than 16 or so before turning to Sable. "You do this [i][b]every, damn, week.[/b][/I] My granddaughter is helping me out in my old age and you're [I]not[/i]. There was a metallic clunk as the old man hit Sable on the head with his stick. "You're just lucky that your master is well liked around here or no one would sell you anything. Now either pay for your stuff or leav…" The old man was cut off by Sable sticking his finger up to shush him. 

Sable was still patched into the secure comm channels and a new arrival had caught his attention. Sable put his bag of various fruits and vegetables down and walked off, the old man still ranting about how much of an ass the droid was. [Colour=limegreen][i]"A lucrehulk you say? From CIS space? Badly damaged? Rebel leader?[/i][/colour] This was some juicy news that Sable had 'stumbled' upon. Perhaps he'd found himself a job opportunity for himself and Alanna. Sable hurried off in the direction of the shuttle port, arriving just before his master landed.