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Gaelden listened carefully to the two as they spoke.  Yes, that was right; Imperials were known for having snakes and rates hiding out in public to catch would-be criminals who would upset the order of things.  It was a touchy subject for Gaelden, considering his background.  He wished no ill-will for the Imperials, considering how he himself wanted to join the Starfighter Corps.  The Empire, specifically the Imperial Navy, was an organization to be praised for bringing about peace to the galaxy for once.  Unfortunately, he was never able to pass the screening tests, mainly because of his 'lower than average intelligence.'  It was a hard blow to the young man's sense of pride.  Even with his piloting skills, there was no way he'd ever become a part of such an elite group of military personnel.  That was what made him turn to crime however.  Going to off-limits planets, passing through Imperial blockades, stealing ancient Artifacts.  He had to make a living somehow, Empire be damned.

Gaelden stood up as the two ladies made their way out of the cantina and followed closely.  While not exactly a menacing sight, someone would certainly think twice before messing with the trio with him in close pursuit.  His height advantage certainly aided him in warding off would-be attackers.  Unfortunately, he only stood at six-foot-three, which wasn't that tall compared to many of the vast types of exotic aliens that littered across the galaxy.  So there he was, a large, young man keeping up with his 'partner' and potential employer, looking almost like a body guard as he rested his hand on the baton at his side.  The sight of an alleyway wasn't a comfortable one for him, considering how often he used to get mugged in the damn places.  Gangsters weren't a nice group to run into and the Imperials getting involved only seemed to make it worse with their disregard for who started what.  Still, he always did understand their motives.  They were merely trying to keep the peace.

His worrying thoughts halted as their employer halted.  He raised a brow, but seemed to catch on rather quickly that something was amiss.  Although initially alarmed when she pulled her blaster out and aimed in their direction, Gaelden was able to make a quick grasp of the situation the moment she began to open her mouth.  If she was really trying to kill them or rob them, she would have just shot first.  Backing up against a wall, with Yazmin's forearm held tightly in his hand, Gaelden quickly moved for cover behind a corner.  With his free hand, he reached under his kama, and pulled his heavy blaster pistol from it's holster.  Thank goodness this thing was concealed.  If CorSec or the ISB caught him with this, he'd be in cuffs faster than he could say 'Oh kriff!'  As soon as their employer fired the first round, Gaelden immediately peaked out to see who was hit.  Obviously some kind of mole, seeing as how closely the Ortolan had been following them.  Noticing the Ortolan scrambling to move, even after it's wounds, Gaelden quickly moved out of cover to kill the poor thing before it could even alert the Imperials.  Mercy was out of the question, even while it was writhing on the ground in pain.  If there was one thing Gaelden would loathe to face, it was an entire Imperial garrison descending on their position.

Sliding back into cover, he looked down at Yazmin and gave a half-smile as he took a deep breath.  [color=Olive]"Like I was saying earlier, you bring a lot of Imperial attention on us."[/color]