Pidge watched the three men bearing down on the table nervously. Something told her they probably were not there to buy her product, especially considering one of them was holding a blaster, letting it casually sway by his side. The other two, one stockier and seemingly entirely muscle, and one lean and tall made no move for weapons probably because they did not think they would be necessary. Pidge noted that although she was fit, she was also relatively small and had never been trained in hand to hand combat. They were approaching so fast, Pidge barely had time to curse at the woman who had begun this. She was standing smugly by the entrance, clearly reveling in the chaos she had caused.
The cantina had gone almost completely silent, with only the most drunk patrons laughing, chattering, and dancing without a care. People loved drama and everyone was watching intently, as if it were a show on a holonet.
“You’re looking very nice tonight, Missy. How about you make things easy and hand over that datapad of yours. It’s clearly valuable. Now that I think about it, you would also be a valuable asset. They pay party dancers quite a bit nowadays and you’re pretty enough” It was the man with the blaster who had spoken, and Pidge gathered he was the leader of the trio. She tensed. She hated being told she would make a good dancer, and being threatened was worse. Some of her people had been taken advantage of and she was not going to let that happen to her as well. She could either try to de escalate the situation and continue with the sale or grab Baymon and run.
“Hail the speeder now, Rat!” She said under her breath. Then to Baymon, as Zenke seemed occupied sizing up the three men, ”We should find a quieter place to make the deal. Let’s go.”
The cantina had gone almost completely silent, with only the most drunk patrons laughing, chattering, and dancing without a care. People loved drama and everyone was watching intently, as if it were a show on a holonet.
“You’re looking very nice tonight, Missy. How about you make things easy and hand over that datapad of yours. It’s clearly valuable. Now that I think about it, you would also be a valuable asset. They pay party dancers quite a bit nowadays and you’re pretty enough” It was the man with the blaster who had spoken, and Pidge gathered he was the leader of the trio. She tensed. She hated being told she would make a good dancer, and being threatened was worse. Some of her people had been taken advantage of and she was not going to let that happen to her as well. She could either try to de escalate the situation and continue with the sale or grab Baymon and run.
“Hail the speeder now, Rat!” She said under her breath. Then to Baymon, as Zenke seemed occupied sizing up the three men, ”We should find a quieter place to make the deal. Let’s go.”