A hush settled across the crowd as the import of Neil’s words began to register on the crowd. Junebug could feel the shappening of the gazes as a room full of hungry predators turned their attention to the crew of the Highlander. She grinned beneath the reflective mirror of her face shield. It wasn’t an expression that had anything human in it, it had more in common with an animal baring her teeth.

The Formian smacked his jowls together in an odd wet sound. It was only after nervous titters of laughter began to spread that Junebug realised it was laughter. The droid zipped closer, an articulated lens zooming in on Neils face with a series of whirring clicks. It drifted to Sayeeda and repeated the motion before moving on to Taya.

“Kul trana suc xhua, prada carak sul nor,” Gnorlaac rumbled.

“If you are lying to me boy, we will feed your bones to the gnawers,” the droid translated in its static mechanical voice. Sayeeda winced at the impudent expression that stole across her pilots face.

“We got the goods, you can bet your ass,” Neil quipped. Gnorlaac began to laugh again although this time there was a harder nastier edge to it. The music swelled up again as the Formian turned away, evidently done with the face to face portion of this interview. Sayeeda relaxed slightly, shifting out of her stance of imminent violence. A black skinned human woman, her head shaved smooth and tattooed with dozen of unrecognisable designs approached.

“I am Yrla, I am Gnorlaac’s right hand,” she said, her voice assured but not disrespectful.

“You will tell me where your ship is and we will arrange for an assayer to confirm what you claim. I warn you if this is some game, it won’t end well for you.”
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