Revamp's comlink lit up. A brief code in the form of whistling noises went through. 5 whistles. 5 opposing slavers. This would be a piece of cake for the experienced mercenaries in his command.
The Trandoshan pressed another signal button on the communication device, cleverly designed by Free-Eyes, his Gran slicer, that signalled his soldiers to engage. Meanwhile, the arrogant Zabrak that was in charge of this little deal presented his price. Nine million credits. If that wasn't stupidity at it's finest, he didn't know what would be. Still, Vinskk played along.
"That is an acceptable price. Let's shake on it."
The King of Trandosha extended a taloned hand, which the merchant shook vigorously, a cocky smile on his face. That smile quickly turned into an expression of shock, however, as Revamp's free hand plunged deep into his gut, disemboweling him in a gory display of force.
"Competition is bad for business, kid."
Vinskk let the body fall to the floor as he licked his talons clean. The towering Trandoshan returned back to the Miraluka and unshackled her.
"You're coming with me."
Outside, the ten Trandoshan and Human mercenaries did a rather systematic job of cleaning up the unsuspecting slavers. They had all been incapacitated without even a shot fired. The leader radioed Revamp.
"All clear. What do you want ussssss to do, bosssss? Ssssshould we take the ressssst of the sssslavesss?"
With one arm gripping the blind female's arm and the other holding the comlink, he responded.
"Leave them. We have no room aboard for those substandard specimens."
With the Miraluka in tow, the King marched his way over to his ship, mercenaries following quickly behind him, but not before looking at the blue-haired man who had rudely interrupted his transaction.
"Get the hell out of here, Human."
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