Var checked the straps on her armor. "Did you say something, peedunky?"

Rel glared at her. "I said, maybe if you weren't so busy drinking and gambling away our transportation you could take a few bounties and we'd have credits for fuel."

Var checked her blasters, careful not to get sandwich bits on them. "Look, larva, I am trying to track down our only blood relatives who moved from fracking Alderaan. The Imperial records aren't exactly helpful since they blew the planet to bits. All I've got are mom and dad's contacts and most of them don't know me from the ass end of a swamp crawler, so I have to be social and introduce myself. I'm networking, okay?"

Rel wrinkled her nose. "Are you sure you don't have networking confused with being a gutter tralk?"

Var stared at Rel for a second, blinking, then dropped her food and lunged across the crate at her sister. Rel shrieked and hit the ground at a sprint. Var scrambled after her, chasing Rel around the side of the freighter.

"I swear by the black stars you won't live to see your sixteenth birthday!" Var howled.