The soft green glow of Tazzak's digital timepiece illuminated the cramped space he was in for long enough to read it. It had been a while now. The lunatics who hijacked the ship had probably flown some distance already, but by the sound of things, they had landed. Stuffing the device back into one of his bandolier pockets, Tazzak wondered it he should risk peeking his head out of the floor panel he was hiding under. There were what? Four of them? Three? The last time he peeked his head up, he had very quickly hidden himself again. One of them had been removing that dangerous bounty hunters' wookiee pelts. Human sized. Armoured. Armed. Tazzak probably would have tried to shoo them off himself back at the spaceport if he hadn't heard the death throes of the ships previous occupants by the assailant's hands.

There were voices out there now though. Maybe if he could take them by surprise. If he could threaten them off the ship, he could reconnect the main fuel distributor and fly it back to Mos Shuuta safe and sound. Carefully, he held his blaster in both hands and slowly pushed up the floor panel he was under. Across the room were a couple of Twi'leks, one with a blaster and another without one of his head-sausages. In rapid Jawaese, Tazzak shouted at the two, his blaster pistol shaking in his hands as he failed to hide his own fear at those who could have been the murderers. "Yuyu! Twi'leka! Keeza fanzi, tan okka!"

Even though it didn't immediately occur to Tazzak whether or not the Twi'leks would even understand his language, he was more worried about the armoured humanoid. Didn't he hear her voice a few moments before? That was when he noticed the helmet-shaped shadow on the floor panel in front of him. She was right behind him. He didn't dare turn around...