Somehow despite his physiology, Tazzak's eyes lit up when the old prisoner pointed out the landed skiff. "-No- -not Mos Shuuta-" Tazzak buzzed, plodding to the skiff through the sand "-I know a guy in Mos Espa- -I don't care what you guys do, but Teemo will keep hunting, I want off this planet, out of this system-" he motioned up to the sky, his tone was obviously attempting more drama than his synthesiser would allow, "-out of this galaxy if possible-"

Tazzak's squat legs climbed up the skiff and he checked the controls and the systems to make sure nothing was damaged. "-You guys saved my life after you made me wanted for stealing Teemo's freighter, so we aren't quite even- -do you want a ride out of this desert or not?-" He pulled a lever on the skiff controls and the engine whirred to life, "-By the way- -Who are you crazy people?-"