"What in the name of Nal Hutta is going on here!?" Harry asked completely confused but not panicked and he wondered how a simple stop to ask to see if anyone needed to help would almost instantly throw him into a dog fight that included a mandalorian. "Hey what's going on here and why are you people running from those men!?" Harry questioned as he was glad that he had kept most of his belongings inside of his backpack including his weapon of choice but his old teachers always did tell him 'the moment you draw your weapon you lose your advantage' there must be someway for him to settle this but it was clear words weren't going to cut it. In fact he supposed he may as well be on the hit list of these people now that he's stuck with them. "There's always a chance! Don't just abandon a friend unless there is no other option too!" Harry pleaded but he knew that his pleas would likely fall on deaf ears people in this part of the galactic charts didn't exactly listen to an aging man such as himself. "Blast it....I haven't seen something like this in awhile." Harry said to himself as he once more had to question: How the heck did he get into this!?