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It's really hard to do these regularly because I have a three-week posting schedule, but here's a little something from the upcoming chapter 38.
Obi-Wan had spotted the big Feeorin chatting up the bartender immediately. With a grin, he picked his way through the crowd and hitched up beside Nym. “A bit far afield for you, isn't this? I thought you were working Bothawui.”
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Obi-Wan had spotted the big Feeorin chatting up the bartender immediately. With a grin, he picked his way through the crowd and hitched up beside Nym. “A bit far afield for you, isn't this? I thought you were working Bothawui.”
“Bastra!” Nym’s cybernetic left hand came down between his shoulder-blades hard enough to make him wheeze. “Feid sent me in here for ya. I got some juicy news, wanna swap stories?”
Intel for intel, the best sort of trade. Obi-Wan nodded in thanks to the bartender as a glass of his usual landed in front of him. “Let’s find someplace a little more comfortable to hole up.”
Nym tsked. “You know I don't play that way, kid.” He followed Obi-Wan towards one of the quieter tables in the back and gave a suggestive eyebrow-waggle as he hooked the chair out to sit backwards. “Now, if Feid had made that suggestion….”
Shaking his head, Obi-Wan said, “It's not my business how my crew manage their personal lives. That's between you and her.” He’d once asked Feid if she wanted him to tell Nym to back off; she’d declined and said that being defended wouldn't allow her to find out who the real problems were. He was still prepared to defend her, but only at Feid's explicit request. He sat the normal way, in a comfortable slump with one ankle resting across his knee.
The pirate shrugged. “Saw your girl. How old is she now?”
“Thirteen.”
Nym offered a rueful grin. “If you’d asked me two years ago, I wouldn't have believed she could survive this life.”
“Two years ago, you didn't.” Obi-Wan arched a sarcastic eyebrow at him. Nym had done his best to talk Obi-Wan out of taking Zohli on.
“And now she looks like she could happily pull the ears off a Gundark. You're letting her in on stuff now?” At Obi-Wan’s cheerful nod, Nym chuckled. “How are you gonna manage when she insists on solo work?”
“Hopefully by then she'll have enough experience to know what she’s doing.”
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