Traver came bustling into the ship where Varik and Kif already sat. He quickly sat down on a chair and spit out something that looked very much like spice.
''Sorry, I arranged some things.'' He apologied, while winking at Varek. He took out his gun and showed it to Varik.
'I just got this baby. Heavily modified of course. Always handy when you just can't persuade the cops.''
He looked around the ship and then back at Varik.
''So, we're going to Tatooine? I hate sand. You can't chew on it.''