Braedug interceded between the worker and the mercenary, with his usual false grin.

"I am the smuggler your boss was talking about. How may I help you?"

The workman was glad to no longer be talking to the armed man who didn't talk to him, but only glared. He returned Breadug's grin.

"Nice to meet you. I was told to tell you that you were going to this place called Mos Eisley, some hole out on Tattooine. Boss said you'd be familiar with the place. He also said you were picking up some supplies from there too. Rodian named Ghodan should be waiting,"

Braedug thanked the man, and shook his hand before he and the other workers left. Braedug raised the cargo lift, and made for the cockpit.