Bee-Den grabbed Aleem's shoulder, "I'm in Port 47, you can't miss Hade's, she's a beauty. meet you guys there."
The smuggler threw on his grey leather jacket and nodded to the group. He quickly busted out of the back of the cantina into the busy street. He tried to blend in as good as...
"The latter, kid." Bee-Den looked at the force user, "My ship is close to here, best ship in this system....I'd take that over this firefight."
Bee-Den kept his blaster trained on the mercs, ready to blast away any of them. Across the room, a zabrak sat behind his flipped table, he spoke into...
"Kid, those guys aren't looking to talk...follow my move."
Bee-Den noticed his blaster across the cantina near the back door. Deciding to improv, he pulled Dash's blaster from his hand and fired at the men. The first blast struck the one on the right into the wall. The next few only...
Bee-Den knows when to take a chance when it's given to him. As the two men holding his arms were confused by their ringleader's incapacitation, Bee-Den pulled his arms together and watched the two men collide. With both guys dizzy, the smuggler tackled one into a table. Getting up and dusting...
Bee-Den looked around as people started to get antsy. Seems the kid had friends to back him up. Before they could close in on him, Bee-Den grabbed the young merc by the neck. While the kid struggled with the smuggler's grip, Bee-Den tossed him over a table and into his lackeys.
By this time...