Tressah watched as Rando emerged from his quarters. As usual he was taunted by the fruitloop Flying W. Tressah didnÃ¢Â€Â™t understand what drew Flying W to Rando. Every time Rando appeared for duty Flying W hassled him.
Tressah supposed it was no different to RroÃ¢Â€Â™Ngtur who constantly spat insults at the guards in another language. She had once been told that it was a dialect from Tusken Raiders but she honestly didnÃ¢Â€Â™t know. Only a protocol droid could possibly confirm such an accusation.
Seeing Rando meant that the night was growing late. Flying W told Rando he was late but Tressah had no idea how the crackpot could possibly know the time. Any cronos were generally confiscated by the guards. Tressah suspected that they sold them on the black market for a bit of a cash boost.
Kal Goran had been rather vocal at an Aqualish guard, but now he seemed to have settled down. Tressah moved as close to his cell as she was able to, Ã¢Â€ÂœPsst, Kal!Ã¢Â€Â
The Mandalorian looked up, seemingly confused.
Ã¢Â€ÂœOver here,Ã¢Â€Â Tressah called.
Kal finally realised where the voice had come from, Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat do you want, little Rattataki?Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœI want to know why the sudden outburst, theyÃ¢Â€Â™ll be freeing us soon enough,Ã¢Â€Â Tressah said.
Kal walked to the bars, Ã¢Â€ÂœIf IÃ¢Â€Â™m going to be part of the carnage IÃ¢Â€Â™d like my armour back.Ã¢Â€Â
A high pitched snigger cut in, Ã¢Â€ÂœYour armour is gone, Mando.Ã¢Â€Â
Tressah frowned, it was Sleazy. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou sold it or destroyed it?Ã¢Â€Â she asked.
Ã¢Â€ÂœNeither, we stockpiled it. See before yous scum are released theyÃ¢Â€Â™lls put out a heap of weapons and armour for the taking. First in best dressed, well not necessarily, the stronger will simply strip the weak of any goodies they get their grotty hands on.Ã¢Â€Â Sleazy told with a yellow toothed grin.
Tressah stood back, already there were murmurs of excitement. Ã¢Â€ÂœAre you hoping for a stampede? You know, so thereÃ¢Â€Â™ll be less of a crowd outside.Ã¢Â€Â
Sleazy laughed, Ã¢Â€ÂœNah IÃ¢Â€Â™d rather see Ã¢Â€Â˜em kill each other out there. More sportsman like.Ã¢Â€Â
Tressah held back a shudder, Sleazy was a creep. Kal spoke up, Ã¢Â€ÂœSo what sort of weapons will be out there?Ã¢Â€Â
Sleazy shrugged, Ã¢Â€ÂœPretty much whatever was confiscated from the scum here. Of course some of it may not be functioning as well as it used to.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat do you mean by that?Ã¢Â€Â Reviin cut in.
Sleazy smiled slimily, Ã¢Â€ÂœWhen they get thrown on the pile it ainÃ¢Â€Â™t gently and some weapons are more delicate than others.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœGreat,Ã¢Â€Â Reviin hissed.
Ã¢Â€ÂœHe taunts you, ignore it,Ã¢Â€Â said the Jedi Genjin.
Tressah turned to look but the Jedi was in his normal meditation pose, it made her wonder if he had spoken at all.
Sleazy walked over to GenjinÃ¢Â€Â™s cell and thumped on the bars, Ã¢Â€ÂœWanna talk, Jedi?Ã¢Â€Â he said trying to goad Genjin. When there was no response Sleazy continued his romp around the cells.
Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™d like to skewer that Gran and barbeque him slowly,Ã¢Â€Â Zelb said as if sizing up Sleazy.
Ã¢Â€ÂœYeah but whoÃ¢Â€Â™d eat him?Ã¢Â€Â Otto asked.
Zelb smiled and pointed to the Trandoshan, Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™m sure fang over there would.Ã¢Â€Â
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