Ian walks out with Dex and once in the street, Ian looks around casually to see who may be watching the duo. Ian keeps his insane-man posture for the moment just in case someone in the Oasis is peering through the lone deep-set window. As Dex begins to look around for Jarren, Ian suggests to Dex that we all meet back at Coozers later and not meet Jarren in the middle of the street in case Leem has some associate tagging us.

Baking in the oppressive heat, Dex scans his surroundings looking for their seemingly ineffective back up. "That blasted flake. Where the hell can he be," Dex curses, wiping the sweat of his forehead, feeling no sympathy for the fact that Jarren had to spend the entirety of his conversation with Leem in this heat. Finally spotting him coming out of the farming supply store, Dex points him out to Ian, and briskly walks over to meet him.

"Doing a little shopping there, Jarren," Dex jokes as he meets the Omwati. "You know, the comlinks only work when they are on."

Jarren walks over to his two alien companions and laughs. "You must be an idiot if you think that I'm going keep an open comlink just so I can hear you make gulping sounds as you down your drink and wait for some time to pass so that you don't leave at the same time as Neera." Jarren states coldly.

Ian gives Jarren a pensive look, but maintains his act, staggering around slightly, kicking up dust and loose rocks as he lurches.

Jarren adds, "We should meet back at the ship and talk about our next move. Let’s not be seen too much together in the open. Why don't we take separate routes and you and Ian grab the permit on the way back? Or, I can grab it and you can go directly back to the ship if you prefer."

Ian nods inconspicuously. Dex nods as well. “We’ll meet you at the ship.”

As Jarren walks off toward the spaceport, Dex and Ian keep a sharp eye out for Joko’s minions, or anyone for that matter. Mos Taike is something of a ghost town at this time of day, however, and no one is about.

Dex is reminded of his earlier conversation with the Twi’lek, Tee’kal Klahn. He had told them that he’d arrange for a permit to be waiting them at the permit office. As Ian continues to wander, mumbling to himself, Dex takes a look around for Bo Mercantile where the permit office supposedly resides. The plain tan building across the street appears to be the place. “Bo Mercantile” the weathered and faded, but legible, sign states simply. Upon crossing the street, an additional small, worn plasteel plate near the arched doorway can also be read. It reads: “Merchant Office.” Dex figures that this must be the place. He signals covertly with a nod to Ian who weaves his way over.

Dex’s eyes meet Ian’s. Dex’s look says, “Let me do the talking.” An understanding passes between them. With that, Dex opens the door and steps into the store, Ian following close behind.

Bo Mercantile lives up to it’s billing, being a store that sells a wide variety of goods. Everything from safety flares to socks (for the humanoids at least) line the aisles and shelves that run perpendicular to the counter at the far end. A perky young human female, looking to be in her mid-twenties, rises up from her seat holding a datapad and calls a greeting across the store.

“Let me know if I can help you find anything!” she adds cheerfully. She ostensibly returns to the viewing of her datapad, but her obvious curiosity gets the better of her and she watches the two oddly-dressed outsiders navigate the store.

Turning on the charm, Dex replies after looking around some, “Actually, yes, I could use some help. I’m looking for the Merchant Office.”

“That’s me!” she calls enthusiastically. “Customs or Merchant’s License?”

Dex walks up to the counter, leaving Ian to roam the store haphazardly. After eyeing the hunting rifles and the limited selection of pistols locked up behind the counter, he replies, “I’m not exactly sure, um…I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Because I didn’t say it,” she says, glancing to the side and blushing a little. She looks expectantly back at Dex and wipes a strand of her honey-blonde hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

Dex smiles, enjoying the chase a little, but decides that now is the time for business, not pleasure. “Well, a business associate of mine was supposed to arrange for a permit for me. The name’s Willit, Dex Willit.”

“Oh yes, I have a merchant’s license here for a Mr. Dex. That must be you! Hold on a moment!” She bends down behind the counter after a long look at Ian, flipping through some datapads below the countertop. She stands and straightens her loose-fitting, khaki colored wrap before handing over the datapad containing the permit file to Dex. She also checks over Ian as best she can from her station to see if he broke or stole anything.

Mindful of the need to get back to the ship and plan for their meeting with Joko before Neera shows up, Dex thanks the woman, hoisting the datapad in a salute. At the door, he shouts at Ian, who ignores him just long enough to be convincing, then shambles over and leaves with the green-haired human.

The two then make their way back to the spaceport, keeping a watchful eye out for anyone who might follow them. By the time they get to Coozer’s they’re quite heated up, but at least there was no one following them as far as they could tell.

After clearing the outer office and entering the hangar, they see Jarren there talking with Coozer who is working on fabricating a new engine cowling. [OOC: Jarren didn’t receive and vital information from Coozer before the others arrive.]. Coozer takes a long blink at the two as they return before snatching his nearby beverage unsteadily.

“As I was telling your blue friend here, Heh!” he pauses amused with himself. “It still looks like it’s going to be a couple days before we get this thing spaceworthy again. I did get a supplier from … I mean, I did get a call from the supplier in Mos Eisley though.”

He shakes his head to clear some unseen cobwebs and takes another sip from his drink. “The sensor array is gonna be here tomorrow after all….” He breaks off.

“Hey rust bucket! What are you doing! I said not to weld … there!” he belches and calls at a surprised Y-3P0 who is handling a plasma torch on the opposite side of the hangar. “Just go stand in the corner, you parasite-ridden, worthless…” Coozer trails off, losing his train of thought and looks back at the three companions semi-vacantly.

“I better get back to work. Besides, you boys probably want to clean up that mess in your cargo hold. Heh!” Dex, Ian, and Jarren look at each other puzzled.

Once they’re in the ship, it’s clear what Coozer meant – Ears has been up to her tricks again and has lobbed a good portion of the holos out of the cargo box and onto the floor in every direction. She’s resting inside the box where she’s hollowed out a contoured, monkey-lizard-sized depression.

Jarren turns a colorful shade of purple.