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"Three hundred credits for that junk." She said in an tone filled with annoyance aimed square at Rens who was feeling the same way right now. He held a box with both hands, containing a small shield generator and a collection of a protocol droid's spare parts. Granted half of the parts were rusty Rens expected a better price for the generator at least since it was workable. Pretending to smile Rens replied.
"Come on, the generator is worth twice that. How about six hundred."
"Me not a fool boy. My stall, my rules, take that crap somewhere else if you don't like it."
Grunting in amounting frustration the Mon Cal fired back.
"You're ripping me off you overgrown Jawa!"
Not impressed with the young man's outburst, the tan cloaked merchant crossed her arms together with a stern face then said. "Four hundred no more. You won't get better deal." Scowling spitefully, Rens murmered fine and gave the stash to her then was handed his cheap reward. Could've swore he saw a smug glint in the Sullastan's expression, another reminder why most people don't take him seriously. Turning around Rens stormed away from the spot inside the makeshift marketplace.
A smuggler's life can be interesting or frustrating, depending on the situation, Rens had come to realize. Right now it was the latter, honestly selling crap for cheap prices wasn't what he strive for in life. Yet it didn't change facts to the Mon Cal that he needed money to get by with, in order to keep flying in an galaxy that's becoming more screwed up with the big war going on. That was on his mind, when mutitple gunshots rang out nearby, several people screaming for dear life. Pulling out his blaster pistol from a hostler to the hip. Rens dove for cover behind a broken speeder and looked out and saw a large host of Tuscan Raiders charging at the outpost's entrance, armed with projectile rifles and gaderffi sticks, uttering their fierce battle cries.
Meanwhile various people, shoppers and merchants alike were panicking and running in all directions. Some defiant souls took shelter wherever they could from the increasing gunfire and fired back.
Jacob Flores
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