They killed my best friend last night. The Jedi did. Three of them. We didn’t do anything wrong. Jakol and I were just sitting there. Talking. They came in. There was a Twi’lek girl dancing for Jorra the Hutt’s majordomo. They grabbed her by the lekku and dragged her outside. I don’t like causing trouble. I stay quiet. Jakol didn’t like what he saw. He got up. I waited. Then I got up. Got to get him out of trouble like always. Stepped out. They killed him. Girl’s dead too. Don’t care. My best friend. They killed him. — — — “Yeah” he said, his voice gave nothing “They killed my best friend” — — —