About: Menace from the Dark Side/A Dark Side Affair

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Shavan Solo was walking quietly along the main street of High Eisley. The road was full of passersby and various kinds of vehicles; Shavan loved Tatooine Streets. "Eh, would you like to buy any devaronian maggot?" The merchant who has just talked was a tall Devaronian dressed in a brown cloak. "No, you have to find a true job and leave those who pass in peace" while saying this Shavan gestured with his hand. "I have to find a true job and leave those who pass in peace," the Devaronian repeated. Just after he turned back and he began to put his devaronian maggots in a big box. "No, neither,"

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rdfs:label	Menace from the Dark Side/A Dark Side Affair
rdfs:comment	Shavan Solo was walking quietly along the main street of High Eisley. The road was full of passersby and various kinds of vehicles; Shavan loved Tatooine Streets. "Eh, would you like to buy any devaronian maggot?" The merchant who has just talked was a tall Devaronian dressed in a brown cloak. "No, you have to find a true job and leave those who pass in peace" while saying this Shavan gestured with his hand. "I have to find a true job and leave those who pass in peace," the Devaronian repeated. Just after he turned back and he began to put his devaronian maggots in a big box. "No, neither,"
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abstract	Shavan Solo was walking quietly along the main street of High Eisley. The road was full of passersby and various kinds of vehicles; Shavan loved Tatooine Streets. "Eh, would you like to buy any devaronian maggot?" The merchant who has just talked was a tall Devaronian dressed in a brown cloak. "No, you have to find a true job and leave those who pass in peace" while saying this Shavan gestured with his hand. "I have to find a true job and leave those who pass in peace," the Devaronian repeated. Just after he turned back and he began to put his devaronian maggots in a big box. Shavan smiled and continued to walk along the street, maintaining his brisk pace and quickly reaching his destination: the Jukav Cantina. The Human came to the entrance and pushed open the door: he found himself in a typical cantina, filled with scoundrels of every kind, there were some who were talking and drinking while seated at tables, bands singing and women dancing. Shavan soon reached the bar and leaned on the shelf. A fat Twi’lek moved to him while rubbing a mug with a rag. "You know what you want to order?" "Yeah, just an Agamarian strikebeer." The Twi’lek giggled. "Ah, you want to get drunk, huh?" Shavan giggled back. "Yeah, probably." The barman prepared immediately the strikebeer; Shavan instead scoped out the surrounding area. There were about twenty persons in the cantina, of which nineteen had bad intentions. What? And who is the good one? Shavan wondered. "Here it is," the barman said. Shavan turned back to the bar and grabbed the mug of strikebeer. "Thanks," Shavan replied and suddenly stood up and went to sit at the table of the being of good intent. He was covered by a huge cloak and a hood; when Shavan sat down, he did not even raise his head. Waiting for a reaction by the man, Shavan took a sip and tried to fathom his thoughts. "Don’t even try," the man said suddenly. Shavan smiled. "Excuse me, I’m sorry. I thought that you had not noticed me." "Oh, I did. Who are you, Jedi?" "I’m not a Jedi,” Shavan replied embarrassed. "So you are an Imperial Knight." "No, neither," "But you can use the Force." The young man was getting nervous. "So what?" "Nothing, they were just observations." The man still had the hood down over his head and this was bothering Shavan. "And you? Who are you?" "Oh, I’m just an idiot." "An idiot? Why?" "I’m losing time. I have to go," and saying that the man stood up and turned to go. Then Shavan lifted the man’s hood using the Force and froze. "You... you are a... " "You talk too much" the man ended the sentence and wielded a lightsaber, A red lightsaber. A second later the man was hit by a sonic blaster and collapsed.

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