A great place to come for a drink! Stop by, try not to hurt anybody!

After landing his ship, the Blue Kestrel, near the Refugee Sector, Biggs immediately went to the place known as the "Smuggler's Nest." With barely no credits, and desperate for work, he entered the nest, and immediately recoiled at the stench of the place. Inside were smugglers of all manner of races and species, all of them had a mean look to them. Sitting down on a nearby chair, he unstrapped his vibroblade and set it down next to him, his hand on the handle to keep it close. He looked around the place to notice that many of the smugglers were eyeing him. Trying to ignore them, a rather burly looking Zabrak approached Biggs, towering over him. Biggs looked up, with a rather calm disposition on his face and replied, "Can I help you, kind sir?"

The Zabrak looked at Biggs with a look of confusion and contempt from the way he talked. "Ya, you can help me" he said. "You see unlike how you must think of me I'm not a man who likes to see new faces around this place. So here's the deal." At this point the Zabrak pulled out a blaster pistol from a holster. He grabbed a chair, sat in it backwards, and looked at Biggs, tapping the pistol on his rather large arm as he did.

"You see I'm a rather high up person in this place so I'd suggest you not try anything because believe me kid, I'm not the only one who has a bead drawn on you at this second. Now if you are one of those two bit smugglers who walks into a bar on this place, the 'Smugglers Moon', and expects to find work I suggest you get your sorry hind end out of here. This joint is known for professionalism and I don't want someone like you to ruin that image. You wanna find work in the Smugglers Nest, then I suggest you give me a couple good reasons to give it to you, then I expect you to back up some of that talk."

There was no doubt about it. This Zabrak wasn't bluffing at any point in his rant, and right this second Biggs was doing nothing but irritating his trigger finger.

Right now, Biggs' "iron will" was being tested. This was his first test to stand up to real danger since that fateful day on Tattoine, when his parents were murdered. He gripped his vibroblade only a tiny bit, and it seemed as though the Zabrak didn't react to the gesture.

"Well, if you really want to know why I want work..." He paused for a moment, thinking desperately as to why he shouldn't be shot from his chair. "For starters, I'm low on credits and I need work to even get a decent meal, which I haven't had for around three days. Second, and one of my most important reasons, is to keep my mind sharp. Unlike most of you gentlemen and ladies here, I do it to "test my mettle" so to speak. They call me "Iron Will" because I don't run from a challenge. And third..." Biggs draws his pistol at lightning speed, aiming it at the Zabrak's head at point blank range. The burly smuggler flew back at the speed Biggs drew his pistol, and some people looked in their direction to see the commotion. "Don't underestimate newcomers...." He said calmly. The Zabrak looked up into Biggs' eyes and saw a look of determination, almost as if he was asking him to test his patience. "Besides, you wouldn't want to start a scene here, I'm sure. So let's just sit down like civilized men, and have a drink together."

The smuggler got up laughing a bit. He wasn't without a sense of humor. But his face turned stern, he did command respect.

"Alright 'Iron Will'" his tone was semi-mocking. "Here's how things work here. First, I wouldn't even hesitate starting anything around here." He then called out in a strange tounge. Three men carrying blaster rifles stepped out from some corners in the bar, though it seemed from nowhere. "Because of them, as well as the fact that my employers are the Hutts, and they own this planet. Second" the stranger pulled out his blaster, and shot Biggs' out of his hand, across the bar. "Don't underestimate me. And third, you got guts. I need that in a smuggler and it's hard to come by."

The Zabrak pulled out a Q2 Holdout Blaster. "Don't even bother picking up that old piece of Sith Spit when you walk out." He said as he threw it at Biggs. He took Biggs over to a booth in the corner of the bar. The men with the blasters followed. "One of the planet's smaller spice dealers needs a shipment of spice to be delivered to Coruscant. Who it's going to is none of your concern. Go to Docking Bay 87 here to pick up the shipment. All you need to do is deliver it to Docking Bay 127 on Coruscant. If you get to Coruscant the password for entry is 'Sine Domu'. You'll need to stay there for a day in order to make sure the shipment is all in order. The job pays five hundred credits."

"Oh also, if you get caught you had better say nothing about us. The men who capture you may only throw you in the clink for a while. Those who contract with a client of the Hutts don't receive such courtesy when they commit betrayal. Yes, that is a threat. And take this other piece of advice. I respect the fact that you have guts, but even someone as powerful as a Jedi understands when to keep their powers on the down low. You're good, but you're not that good. Not yet at least"

With this the Zabrak pulled out his pistol again and pointed it at Biggs. Only this time he gave a little glint of a grin. "Now get out of here before I decide to take that gun back."

Biggs smiled confidently. "You won't be disappointed. I can assure you of that," he said to the burly smuggler. With what he said out of the way, he holstered the Q2 Holdout Blaster, picked up his vibroblade and strapped it over his back, and walked outside of the Smuggler's Moon, only to gasp for air at the first moment he touched the outside. He had never been inside a place so dense with alcohol and smoke, and shuddered at the stench of it. He ran as fast as he could away from the place to get as much air as he possibly could.
"What had that guy's hydrospanner in a twist?" Biggs said to himself after he gained distance from the place. In an instant, he made off for Docking Bay 87 for his first job in days...