"Say something Imperial..." He echoed to himself, his voice filtered through his helmet. Whoever this Leyla Slade was, she had spunk but she was also a low-life drifter. But she could think on her feet at least, and it was a good idea...maybe. He sighed and waited under the cargo bay, under the walkway rafters. They might be able to hear him if he was close, but he was at the opposite end of the ship. 

He picked up the officer's frequency on his comms, thanking his Gods that they were on the same frequency. He cleared his throat and received the voice on the other end. 

“[i]Base this is Lieutenant Haben, I have a ship captain down here claiming to be something called Blue Talon, claims that we have codes she needs to unlock her cargo bay? Please advise?[/i]”

Briefly Cleo considered what it meant when he granted them the codes to open the cargo. That was all of his hard earned delivery gone by one sweep of the Empire, even if it meant potentially saving his own skin. He paused for one long agonizing second, and if Leyla was watching she would have likely mouthed 'come on, talk!' Luckily, he realized he could use his position now to make sure he kept them. "Confirmed Lieutenant. It's here on our roster. The code is L354 M837 D940. Open them up, and if you see any Czerka firepower, make a way for the Captain to transport it where they need it to go. Over." 

He turned the comm off, and back up top the Officer turned his own off and thought for a moment. The next second he shrugged, and called his men forward as he placed in the code. "Open them up!" He ordered. The familiar clatter of Imperial boots filled the air as they moved in unison, grunting as they pushed off the heavy crate tops to reveal the Czerka 6-2Aug2 hunting rifles and accompanying ammunition. The leader of the stormtrooper squadron spoke up. "Sir! Everything seems to be in order except the ammunition, should we con-" 

"They would have my head if I took the ammunition over a technicality, get moving!" Haben barked, and the troopers stood at attention and formed up, before hustling out through the access bay, past Leyla. The Lieutenant strode forward, head held high as if he still had any dignity. "Carry on Captain. We appreciate your service." He said, and handed her a holopad for her to sign to acknowledge everything had made it on time. Clearly the pad was meant for something else, but there must have been various checklists Haben needed to keep. What's one more? 

Meanwhile, Cleo breathed a sigh of relief. A part of him had wanted to see action against any branch of the Empire, but he didn't need this heat. Not on this planet, where he had always been able to get business before.
[@Penny]