Join the Violent Looking Humanoids

These guys are definately Black Sun. The others are maybes, but this is the most sure-fire option you have available.

As you approach, you take stock of the situation. Two booths of four each, and while you thought a few of the men weren't unarmed, you can now definately see you were very wrong. There are a variety of races present. A few humans, a couple of Duros, a Rodian. Theres one bulky guy who could either be a very large human, or possibly a small pink Gamorean. Hard to tell. Hands are already on blasters before you say a word.

You are fairly outnumbered, so you have to choose your next words carefully. Fortunately, you know a mind-trick that always works, Jedi or no.

"Hey friends. I just learned some good news. Just got hired at the docks! How 'bout you let me buy your next rounds and help me celebrate!"

That should have worked. No one turns down free drinks. Unfortunately, this group only seems more on edge. The piggish guy in particular seems confused, and more than a little angry.

"It wasn't Dock 17 was it? Because we run security at Dock 17. The Black Sun runs guns through it, and they don't hire no one they don't tell us about."

Well that was... informative. "Maybe they... forgot? Hey, how about those drinks now, eh?"

"Damnit, Gorb," one of the Duros sighs. He seems like he may be the brains of this operation. "You can't keep telling people that the Suns are there, or what they're doing. You'll wind up with a hole in your head. You know, like this guy is about to have."

Shit. The good news is you've lucked into finding out the location of a Black Sun operation. Turns out this was a good spot for clue hunting. The bad news is that there are currently 8 blasters aimed directly at you.

You could try running. They've been drinking, and their aim might not be great, even at range. You suppose you could also try and shoot first. You're pretty sure you've heard that phrase somewhere before, so it might be a good idea?