@[member="Aron Na'Vella"]
Ignasius froze.
"Ah hell kid...why'd ya have to go and get yourself caught?" He bemoaned with blaster pointed now at the Aqualish,
"I would have taken good care a ya."
Turning his attention to the Aqualiah and his pals. Ignasius shrugged,
"I bumped into you...you really that easily bothered?"
"Tiktrak dok nasrad vak mukort!" Yelled the Aqualish, pointing his blaster briefly away from Aron and towards himself like he was pointing at him.
"He is upset that you do not recognize him," came the voice of the one of his compatriots, translating for the situation.
"Cad MART! Cad MART!" Yelled the Aqualish again.
"Mart!" Ignasius said with raised brows,
"you're...looking....better!"
"Dat marv mostranda!" He yelled in reply, pressing the barrel of his weapon in the base of Aron's head.
Iggy raised his hands and showed his finger off the trigger of his own weapon.
"Whoa! Whoa there Mart...don't take it out on the boy!" Ignasius said with some urgency,
"whaddaya want, Mart? I'll give ya what ya want...just let me and the boy go...alright?"
"He said you deserve to hurt like he hurt," came the belated translation.
"Dand varnt postrat?!" He yelled,
"Dand varnt postrat?!"
"What will you offer him in return for this child?"
"I ain't given ya my ship," Ignasius said straight away.
"Then what else have you to trade?" Came the instant request from the human translator, Mart the Aqualish looked absolutely delighted the squeamishness he saw in Ignasius.
"OK...don't shoot...just reaching for a credstick," Ignasius said as he slowly moved his free hand to his right coat pocket. He fished about a bit before he pulled out the credstick and then tossed it to the translator.
"You can have everything on there..."
The translator caught the stick and plugged it immediately into a portable cred-reader that he kept on him for all their legit business dealings. The figure came up.
"Ehahahahahahahahak," laughed Mart,
"cad novrad trig dod dod! Dod dod trig lik vak trak?"
"Mart says if this boy is this valuable, maybe he will kill the boy and take the credits too," said the interpreter.
Ignasius then opened his palm revealing a det-trigger.
"So busy checking the coin on that thing that you did not check it for my rig? AH ah ah! Don't be pulling it out of your cred reader...that will trigger it too..."
"FAK! FAK TAD IGNATIUG! FAK TAD IGNATIUG!"
"Now now...language round such a youngin'? Shame on you Mart, shame," Ignasius said as he began to back up,
"now you have ten minutes from when I press this detonator to when that credstick explodes...taking all that coin...and maybe your hand if I am lucky...so you all better be running off now to transfer those funds before that time runs out..."
Mart readied to kill the boy. The translator spoke up.
"What's to stop us still from killing the boy and then going to get the credits?"
Ignasius clicked the det-trigger.
"If I click it again...it blows right away...you have my word...let him go...I'll throw it to you."
Mart dug the barrel of his blaster harshly into the base of the kids skull. Cursing and lamblasting the name of Ignasius' mother, he grabbed the kid by the collar, pulled him to his feet and pushed him towards Ignasius. Iggy simply grabbed the kid by the arm, and flung the det-trigger as high into the air as he could. Blaster drawn he withdrew as fast as he could. Swearing could be heard a plenty as Aron and Iggy rounded the corner, but there was no detonation.
"Come on kid...they won't take long to get the creds...then they will be back to finish me off."
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@[member="Magena Dray"] @[member="Aran Finn"] @[member="Jimmy Nkemdilim"]