Welcome, welcome, to lets make a deal

The race came down to a edge of your seat neck and neck in the final stretch ending between Anikin's speed focused no nonsense pod gleaming in the twin suns engines keening in effort, and Sebulba's tricked out monster twin engine beast pushed beyond the red zone with its pulsing thrumming engines beating out angry loud beat. It was only in the final kilometres that the different focus of the two pods started to show, as the simpler speed focused pod kept pulling on acceleration in the straight stretch, while the massive engines of the pod filled with tricks and traps was starting to fall apart, the side vents that were used for blasting racers trying to pass the Dug were leaking flames, and spots all over the massive engines starting to glow an angry red and leak smoke causing the Dug to try and clear his vision pulling the pod back and forth ever so slightly. This proved more then the pod could handle and bits started peeling off and flames spreading consuming the engines in a hungry roar. The Dug had to cast off the engines as the electro-bindings failed and his control pod dropped to the ground grinding out a shallow furrow across the plain stopping a bare 100 meters from the finish line. Anikin gave a happy yell as he crossed the finish line, his first proper finish in his racing career, not only winning the Boonta Eve Classic, but getting an all new track record. The pod had far too much speed to just stop so he had to go a victory loop around the plains as the crowd went wild with appreciation of seeing a entertaining race.

The announcer was still commenting on the race as the rest of the racers still in the race finished, the crowd still cheering, and under it all the deep booming laughter of the Hutts in the VIP section. While this was going on Jar Jar sent a signal to an otherwise unremarkable section of desert where a group of Jawas waited in anticipation. The signal was sent and the sinister shape shimmered into view as the signal to uncloak was accepted, the Jawas yelled to each other in glee and two massive sand crawlers came up and with magnetic attachment cables they simply picked up the ship and drove off with it, the winds of the desert erasing their tracks but a few moments later.

Binks followed the Jedi as he went to meet the scrapyard owner that had the hyperdrive they needed. They talked back and forth, the merchant not wanting to give up the goods or the kid as he felt cheated, and was making noises that he was going to take it up with the Hutts. The Jedi paused for a moment collecting his thoughts, and Binks interjected at his moment.

"Maybe yousa can be making an additional deal." The gungan said gathering the attention of the flying blue merchant.

"What do youse mean deal" The merchants eyes cast a narrowed sidelong gaze of suspicion.

"Wells, because of thisa race, Ise manage to gets aholda creepy dist-appearing read-apearing ship." The gungan gave a smile.

The merchant turned towards the gungan and eyes narrowed further and asked. "Whats the catch."

"Well, thesa old owner is beening a meany mean face", a scoff from the merchant and a rolling of the hand for the gungan to continue "and Isa gots da Jawas to pick it up in exchange for one of those moister thingys..." The merchant narrowed his eyes slightly at this before making the gesture for the gungan to continue again, "and messa a clumsy flyer anyways." The gungan finished speaking and placed a hand to the back of his head in embarrassment.

The Merchant burst out in a grin, "Ha, I knew there was a catch. So you got a ship you can't fly, with someone that will want it back after that race, and you promised the Jawas a moisture vaparator you do not have to pick it up for you, HA, I like you... so what is this deal you speak of, as I bet everything in my shop except that hyperdrive on Sebulba."

"Well, messa owe lil Ani for being able to gets da drive and thisa ship with his muay muay racing..." The gungan trailed off hoping the merchant would pick up the train of thought, meanwhile the Jedi just kept quiet and looked on the back and forth discourse going on.

"Ah, there the real catch is... his mother... and why would I let, wait... ditsa what, a cloak?" The merchant thought he finally figured out the real meat of the matter when something the gungan said earlier clicked in his mind. "The ship you won has a cloak?"

"Ya-huh." The gungan nodded.

"Hmm, so what... you want me to give you the mother, and I give the vaparator to the Jawas... and I get the ship?" The merchant quickly ran the numbers, a cloaking ship was rare and worth its weight in credits in Hutt space, he could easily pay off his gambling debt and get workers to replace his recent losses with that.

"Yup." The gungan said simply.

The merchant was still trying to see the catch, he knew this group was in a hurry for a reason, maybe they had the ship all along but it was too hot to just sell or fly themselves... "hmm, but you only get the mother when I get the ship." The merchant decided to hedge his bets.

"Okey-day." The gungan shook the merchants hand, the Jedi looked on with a slight scowl on his face as he felt something off with the deal... ether that or this planet was getting to him, the sand on this planet was getting everywhere.

The deal went down fairly smoothly, the Jawas got their vaparator, the merchant got the ship that he immediately signed off to the Hutts for his gambling debts, and the Skywalkers got their slave implants disabled and the group tried to skedaddle off the planet.

Unfortunately just as the group was in sight of the ship they were interrupted by an angry red and black striped face figure wielding a doubled bladed red energy sword.

"Get to the ship." The Jedi shouted to the group, and they ran for the silver ship. They got the pilots to take off and fly over the two battling energy sword users, the Jedi managed to disengage and jump on the ship. The double bladed energy sword user tried to follow, but the more experienced Jedi just held up a hand in a stop gesture and cancelled the jumpers motion in mid air, causing the figure to drop with a inarticulate yell of rage as the ship pulled away.