STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Thief

Grop shakes his head.

"Stupid," he says. "Need true reason, hoo-man."

"Listen, Reptile. I can do buissiness with you, and you can worry about nothing other than what i till you, OR, i can do buissiness with any of the perfectly capable pilots in this cantina" Haron says frustrated.

"Oh, no, no, I help you," Grop says. "We help you good. Whatever you ask. Credits now, yes-yes?"

"yea, credits.." Haron says as he passes them over "now, if i ask you for assistance in the heist, you will help me. Do I Make Myself Clear?" Haron says sternly

Grop takes the credits greedily.

"Yes-yes," Grop hisses, grinning toothily. "We help!"

"Yes-yes!" Trop joins.

"We help!" Brop echoes.

"Ok, then as your first order, as you, know this area better than I do, i need to get in contact with the best hacker you can find," Haron says"you, DO know this area right?"

Grop shrugs.

"Not from here, boss," he says. "We travel far, stop little. Only for jobs."

"What is 'hak-ars'?" asks Brop.

Haron places his index finger and his thumb on his nose in irritation" It is not Hak-Ars, it is Hacker, its a person who can control technology easily," Haron explains "well, who DO you know that can help?"

"I thought you need pilot?" Brop asks.

"Yes-yes, we good pilots!" Trop interjects.

"Up shut!" Grop says, waving his brothers down. "I know nobody on Muunilinst, big bossman. Just looking for work, which you give, yes-yes."

"yes, i do" Haron says, hardly paying attention anymore, thinking about ways to approach the problem."Ok, who has a blaster?" haron asks

Brop, Trop, and Grop all snicker.

"Many blasters!" Brop says proudly.

"well, can you teach me to shoot?" Haron asks grinning

Grop shrugs.

"Maybe," Grop says.

"Trop Shooting School now open!" Trop declares.

"Not know how?" Brop asks. "How you hold up bank without gun, bossman?"

"I have another weapon, what i think you might call a..., laser sword?" Haron explains to Brop.

Another simultaneous "Ooo," from the Nergians.

"Maybe we talk on ship?" Grop asks. "Dark business best not talked in cantina, yes-yes?"

"Are you a Jedi?" Brop inquires loudly and excitedly. You get some looks from other patrons.

Haron removes himself from the trio briefly to glance around "No, im not. lets go discuss this on the ship." Haron tells them.

You get a few more weird glances as you leave the cantina, and the Nergian trio follow after. Being short, they comically run around your feet and tumble about and act ridiculous- as Nergians are prone to. The annoying little buggers keep it up until they get to the starport.

"So, laser sword, I can see, yes?" Brop inquires.

"Inside ship, dumb," Grop snaps, slapping Brop. "Secrety thing!"

Haron ignores they're insolent behavior"Where is your ship? Take me to it." haron tells them

They do just that. You did not see much of the starport when you arrived as you commuted on a passenger liner, so you are greeted to impressive docking bays that are separated only by Greek-style columns, allowing one to look into the surrounding bays.

Grop, Trop, and Brop guide you to Docking Bay 45. Within is a Corellian YT-1760 that appears ready for the scrapyard and has been blatantly modified with heavier weapons more fitting for a military cruiser.

"This is Celestial Pheasant!" Grop presents. "We fly good time! Go inside?"

"That? That is your ship? I swear, if it implodes mid-flight, the lack of oxygen isn't the only thing your going to need to worry about..." Kren says. "it better fly fast, and good" kren adds as he enters the ship