“Jus’ taken da credits, Jimbo. Yousa gonna get me in muy poodoo.” A blathering Gungan assistant showered the room with a cringeworthy dialect. It was enough to make any seasoned space hauler roll their eyes. Ad nauseam, the begging and incessant sniveling certainly didn't help calm the tension of a bad deal.
The Rebel Scoundrel merely looked up from his datapad as an assembly of Gungan personnel began to offload product from the Gilded Lady.
“You're gonna stop right there.” Buzzed the human's implanted vocabulator. The piston-like teeth of his cybernetic replacement jaw fluttered up and down as he rested his hand on his true love, Abigail. “You shorted me, kid.”
The Gungan stammered incoherently as an HK droid made its presence known. Stepping from the shadow to fill the void on Captain Nova's right.
“Master, look where they're taking the cargo.”
Jim's green eyes shifted to a freighter bearing the ID signature of an Arconan trade vessel.
“Shoulda known.” His brow furrowed. At the loading ramp of the Arconan ship stood a tan skinned man with a hairdo befitting of a beautiful woman. Not a, well, the Galaxy was changing.
“You there,” rang the Scoundrel's robotic voice as he shoved the Gungan out of the way, causing it to yelp as it slammed into a container. Jim knew, deep down, that the being standing there with folded arms was behind this slimy deal. “Look here you Arconan, filth!” he began, only to be greeted with a quip of sarcasm.
“Where would you like me to look, exactly?” Revs spoke up.
Jim grumbled as he saw the eye covering. It was all beginning to make sense. He never did trust Miraluka. Let alone a Miralukan Arconan.
“You shorted me five thousand.”
“These are damaged goods. You're lucky it wasn't ten.”
“This shipment is clean and you know it. Pay up.”
“Friend, get back in your ship and move on.”
Jim's left eye twitched. He worked hard for his reputation and he damned sure wasn't gonna let this go.
“You know I'm not gonna do that.” He flicked his fingers to his HK unit and it shifted to take up a defensive position behind some crates.
Revs smirked as he saw the motion of Nova's fingers but couldn't see the signature of who or what he was motioning to. It was telling.
“Better have your droid stand down.” It had to have been a droid. His hand slid down to rest on the lightsaber hilt hanging from his waist.
“It's gonna be like that, huh?” Jim's eyes smiled as his hand hovered over his holstered blaster. He may not have had the Force on his side. But he had dealt with these self-righteous self-proclaimed demi-gods before. They weren't as tough after a few bolts burned through their vitals.
“Your move.” Revs smirked, which set the Captain off.
"Karkin, sleemo." He thought to himself.
One smooth draw broke the tension as with an unanticipated speed, Abigail spit two green bolts. The first was dodged but the second struck just before Revs could ignite his weapon, grazing his upper left arm.
The Miraluka snarled from the sharp pain and readied his weapon as he tried shaking away the burning sensation. But Karl slid thr barrel of his rifle up over a crate and took aim as Jim rolled to his right and behind a loading skiff.
