For some people, being in the middle of an attack on a spaceport by an organized group of terrorists and mercenaries was the most important experience of their lives. It would shape how they viewed the Galaxy, and themselves, for the rest of their lives. Moments during this struggle would see people realize they were brave, while others realized how cowardly they really were. But without a shadow of a doubt, a bloody, violent, taking of a small spaceport on the backside of Corellia would be a formative point in their lives.
But for Crix it was Tuesday.
Oh sure, he didn't like the fact that the spaceport he had come to was currently being attacked by a local terrorist cell but he wasn't going to make too much of a big deal out of it. He had snuck into the spaceport specifically to see if he could steal some non-vital components from parked ships after all because this particular spaceport was kind of shady and he figured stealing from smugglers' ships wasn't too bad as far as crimes went.
Sure, people who were just poor parked up here too but their ships were kind of easy to tell apart.
So while there was blaster fire coming from the main terminal just a hundred meters of so away from him, Crix was busy with his multi-tool trying to pull off a cooling unit from the side of an old freighter's engine. He needed one for his ship and this ship looked hella suspicious - he'd have gone after the ship the terrorists had arrived in if it hadn't been guarded but this old smuggler's ride would do.
@Raydo