The lock snapped with a loud noise, and he flipped the lid open, sighing with relief that it was the box with his belongings. He made sure to carefully check the corners to ensure his westar-34 was there. He pulled out the main portion of his clothing and closed the box.
"so what happened to you?"
He eyes up the Mu'uns weapon appreciating it.
"That's a fine weapon you have there by the way."
"I encountered a group of less than desirable miscreants." Saur glared as he unfolded his clothing and began to put it on, slipping slightly as he stood and catching the table for support. "And the script reads we're all doomed."
“Would you like something to eat?” Ehk offers.
"uh huh." He clicks his tounge. "Why are you on a prisoner transport? Are you a prisoner?"
"No, he's obviously a stormtrooper." Ambiya deapanned.
“The Empire hates other species. It’s very unlikely that a Muun would be a stormtrooper...” Ehk points out.
"That, was, sarcasm."
The Mandalorian continues to walk. “Hey, Digg, I need you to tell me where we’re going, okay? Or at least, a general direction, I’m not exactly familiar with this planet.”
"Fowards. There's a city over there, and that's all I know." Digg replied.
He nods. “Let’s not stir up too much trouble, I kinda want this to be a clean theft.”
"I will show restraint and I won't steal anything that doesn't catch my eye." Digg replied.
“Remember, I did manage to . . . ‘repossess’ some of the troopers’ credits. I can give you guys some if you need supplies, but if it’s for a new blaster or armor mods or anything expensive, I’m not giving a single credit.”
"Who needs money when I have the five finger discount." Digg replied.
“I don’t think I’ve heard of that phrase,” he says nervously.
"You haven't?" Asked Digg.
He shakes his head. “I hope you aren’t planning a detour.”
“No thanks, I can make my own money,” Rasma declines, stretching her arms.
Ca’tra sighs. “I’m not gonna try to ask.”