The armoured one didn't even get halfway through her first sentence before Tazzak's blaster hit the floor of the crawlspace with a clunk. His little gloved hands shot up. He'd screwed up big time now. He was a bit too frozen to reach for his voice synthesiser, but that was probably for the best in case one of them thought he was reaching for another weapon.

Tazzak spoke in fast, high pitched Jawaese, [i]"I-I'm just a mechanic! Just a mechanic! I was trying to fix the ship when you took off. I wasn't going to shoot, I swear! See, look!"[/i] Tazzak nodded and pointed to some of his tools which were still strewn around an electronics system underneath the floor panel in which he was hiding. [i]"Hey, look, the ship has a faulty power distributor and the shield projector keeps resetting itself. You probably saw it on the warning lights in the cockpit. I can get them working in less than twenty minutes if you'll just let me live. The hyperdrive won't power up without power and Teemo's goons'll shoot you down if you don't have shields."[/i] Tazzak hoped that his last fallback of bargaining would save his life. He hoped with everything he had that they understood him.