There were more crew members?
Where the hell did these crime bosses and scumbags find all these people? Because it would be a lot easier to get some more Jedi Temple guards and other associated non-Force Sensitives if he had access to the same recruitment methods as they had. Was it purely because crime paid?
Couldn't be that they actually liked the people they worked for since most of the people they worked for were singularly unpleasant people in his experience.
"Copy that." he replied easily, "What's the story on the cockpit by the way? I heard shooting but I'm not sure what got blasted. Is it all of it? It sounded like all of it."
Which would suck but it wouldn't be too much of an issue.
"Hey who are you?"
Max turned around, spotting a crewman looking at him in abject confusion. He supposed he looked a bit of a sight - the one eyed man eating grapes and wandering around a yacht he had no business being on. Raising the grape-filled hand, he waved it slightly in front of his face.
"That's not important."
There was a moment where the crewman looked confused before scrunching up his face and shaking it as if to clear it. Max raised both eyebrows, watching as the man shrugged off his mind trick with some mild difficulty. That was impressive but, unfortunately for him, it was also the painful option. Before the man could gather his bearings, Max kicked him right between the legs with all of his might. As the man squeaked quietly at the intense pain, Max jabbed him in the side with his stun prod before dragging him behind him to drop him off the ship.
@Mr. Teatime