Sky and Qualeep looked around the Old District. It was certainly a nasty place, but a nasty place where Sky and Qualeep fit right in. There were beggars, thugs, gangsters, the whole nine yards. It reminded Sky of the slums of Mos Eisley, only about 20 times worse. Sky looked down at Qualeep. The little Tusken certainly didn't seem nervous, but then again, it WAS Qualeep. The little guy had nerves of steel.
"Ya know Qual, sooner or later we're gonna have to find some way of making some money." Sky said. Qualeep motioned toward a drunk fast asleep with a coin purse around his neck. Sky smirked.
"I was thinking something along the lines of a job." The Tusken looked disappointed, but he never questioned Sky, ever.
Sky looked around again. This time, he noticed a tought looking alien standing next to a sign that read: "Any low-life that wants some credits, get you're sorry hide over here." Sky tapped Qualeep on the shoulder and motioned towards the sign. Qual shrugged, and the pair approached the sign.

OOC: Just reminding that you can't use Qualeep for your own advantage, meaning he cant help you getting more money, fight people and such...He can only be used for your story.

OOC: ok, I didnt have any plans for him anyway.

The Alien by the sign looked up as Sky and Qualeep approached. He regarded them suspiciously.
"Yeah, what do you want?" he asked in a dull tone.
"I saw the sign..." Sky said patiently. He was used to dealing with these kind of people, and he knew from experience not to get on their bad side.
"Oh that."
Sky and Qualeep exchanged glances as the stocky alien yawned and stretched. "Now listen here." he said, and motioned the pair a bit closer. "I need you to get something of mine, something important." He then rummaged around in his pocket for a bit. Soon, a look of satisfaction crossed his face as he pulled out a very small droid. Surveying his surroundings to make sure no one was watching, he placed the droid on the ground and told Sky and Qualeep to lean down.

He pressed a button on the back of the droid, and a small disc in the center of its chest lit up. It projected the image of a small, crystaline object.
"What is it?" Sky asked, a curious expression on his face.
"It's a lightsaber crystal, and I want you to get it for me." The alien stared at Sky and the Tusken, as if awaiting for an answer. Sky thought for a moment.
"And whats in it for us?" he asked.
"Oh, well I didn't think anyone would help. Er, thousand credits I suppose." Sky thought again.
"Sounds reasonable. Where can we get this crystal for you?"
The Alien smirked. He pressed another button on the droid, and the image it was projecting switched to show an abandoned warehouse, by the looks of it. The Alien spoke up.
"Warehouse 641. A few units that way down the road." He pointed in a westerly direction.
Sky and Qualeep nodded.
"Well, don't just stand there! Go get my crystal! Go on!" Sky and and Qualeep headed off down the street.
"Heh heh heh, stupid kids, I almost feel sorry for 'em." the Alien muttered when they were out of earshot.