"You have a fast ship, Corellian?" the Hutt rumbles. "I have cargo for transport."

"The fastest," Qui-Gon says. "But it's going nowhere without a hyperdrive. Transport for parts."

Different clothes, different identities, Qui-Gon shifts easily between them and has taught Obi-Wan to do the same. The Hutt do not love the Jedi.

"Anything else to trade?" The Hutt eyes Obi-Wan in a way Qui-Gon definitely objects to.

"He's not for sale," Qui-Gon says coldly, sliding an arm around his apprentice.

Obi-Wan curls into his side like a feral cat, sleek and dangerous, and Qui-Gon reminds himself that they're in disguise.