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underworld.
    “There,” Spaide pointed at a large flight of stairs leading underground.
    “What is it, a subway?” Vincent took a wild guess.
    “More than a subway,” Spaide replied as they began descending, “it’s the Grand Bazaar.”
    The hollow galleria they entered disappeared into the distance with store after store built within its walls and a high arched ceiling that held enormous lights illuminating the thousands of creatures that made their way through the area. The floor was made out of a reddish stone set in an argyle pattern, its glossy design resembling marble. Kids roamed by on airborne bicycles, the homeless perched themselves on every corner, and vendors positioned their booths amidst the traffic in hopes of making a quick buck (or whatever they made here) from the travelers.
    “Wait here,” Spaide cautioned, stopping by a green-skinned merchant. After exchanging a few words, he returned with two bottles filled with a blue substance, passing one to Vincent. “Here, drink this; it’ll quench your thirst. We must hurry before we’re spotted.”
    “What is this stuff?” Vincent opened the bottle and started to smell the weird drink.
    “ Nutarian Soda,” Spaide answered. “One of the finest in the galaxy.”
    Vincent was dehydrated from all the running, so he didn’t mind drinking the odd, yet appetizing, soda. He gulped down the drink almost immediately. “Amazing,” he said, trying to compare it to anything else he’d ever tried.
    “Come on!” Spaide reached over and yanked Vincent again .
    Vincent groaned and followed.
    “I have a terrible headache,” he said after a few minutes of walking and constantly dodging merchants that tried to entice them into buying their products.
    “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you,” Spaide replied.
    “No… I mean, I’ve had it ever since I woke up. Maybe that’s why I don’t remember much?”
    Spaide didn’t respond.
    “Where are we supposed meet these… these twins ?” Vincent persisted with the questions.
    “There’s a bar around the corner,” Spaide said. “ The Space Pirate’s Hideout. ”
    “So indirect,” Vincent murmured.
    Finally, after taking consecutive turns into other tunnels, they reached a set of stairs that led up to a rusty door of a three-story brick building.
    “Here we are,” Spaide said and kicked the door twice. “Don’t look around and don’t talk to anyone,” he warned.
    The slit in the door opened, and a pair of yellow eyes stared out at the duo. “Who is it?” roared a guttural voice.
    “It’s me, stink breath, open up!” Spaide pulled on the handle.
    The eyes set their gaze on Vincent. “Who’s your friend?”
    “He’s with me.”
    The creature hesitated, staring at Vincent suspiciously.
    “It doesn’t matter who he is!” Spaide raised his tone. “He’s with me!”
    “Last time you brought Imperials with you, Spaide, and now some weird-looking… thing. What is he? A mutie of some kind?”
    “Open the damn door, Zadora! He’s a friend of ours .”
    The eyes glared for a mere second, and the window slammed shut. There was a screeching noise, and the door opened. As Vincent walked in, he couldn’t help but stare at the creature behind the door—a short, corpulent red alien standing on top of a stool.
    “Don’t look at me like that, buddy,” the creature growled with the menacing voice, noticing Vincent’s surprised reaction. “I'm a very dangerous man.”
    Vincent nodded, stifling a laugh.
    The foyer led to a round area packed with hundreds of aliens. Screens flanked the walls over the bars, displaying a plethora of odd programs, while the speakers were poised on the poles and hung from the ceiling, playing electronic dance music. In one corner, two holographic images were fighting each other atop a table, surrounded by creatures that drank and placed bets.
    First thing Vincent noticed is that most of the aliens had some sort of a weapon dangling from their belts, ranging from guns