Disturbingly, the Gamorean's laughter at the erupting swoop sounded as much childlike glee as violent, and the flames only grew hotter as the vehicle grounded into the sand and the bodies within began to cook in the fire and unrelenting sun. The other swoops, having lost their evident gusto decided it was time to report their failure to their boss. Or more likely, they would send one of them to report their failure and the rest would do their best to remain scarce until Jabba had forgotten of the incident. 

The horking from the Gamoreans continued as Cleo and Leyla approached, with the Bith driver turning the vehicle in a wide arc around the landmark so as to present the weapons in a more easily accessible fashion. Though Cleo simply theorized the Bith was making it easier for him to drive away in case it became dangerous again. The Iridonian didn't blame him, but kept his eye on him just the same. If the Bith made a getaway before he and Leyla were back on the transport, he'd find him and make him pay. 

Through his visor, he took the measure of the pig-like Aliens. Most Gamoreans were the same. Lazy and brutish, but much of their fat bodies were muscle and they made fine body guards. The Klatooinian was harder to get a bead on, as they were more versatile like humans, and yet he needed to worry on him less, likely. The Klats might have a variety of skills, but they had been serving the Hutts since before there was a republic or an empire. He was no traitor, if anything. 
 
A lead Gamorean approached, Vibroaxe at the ready even as he oinked a primitive Huttese, asking Cleo why it took him so long. Cleomenes snorted, feeling refreshed that the Gamorean wasn't expecting a passcode or any confirmation. These creatures did simple business. 'Wait for the man with a transport and a line of supplies' was likely the only orders they had received. Cleo spoke back in the same strange language, telling him they had some trouble on the sands, and asking where his money was. 

The green brute grunted to his companion, who went behind the large skiff to likely retrieve their pay. Another Gamorean stepped forward, but instead of looking at Cleo, it stalked over to the crashed vehicle. Somehow a human had managed to survive, likely having leapt out before the thing had exploded. He was crawling across the sand, clearly hurt with likely a few broken bones. He turned his head just in time to see the Gamorean raise its Vibroaxe. The man held his hands up futilely, only for the spike of the blade to pierce his chest cavity. He spasmed for a mere moment, and then died on the spot.   

Cleo wasn't a fan of stark executions, but that one had been trying to kill him a minute before. The murderer Gamorean laughed, his mirth carrying on only long enough until he realized he had been shot, a hole having gone straight through its gut. Dumbly, it looked down and touched the blood flowing from his chest, only for him to be shot again. It fell dead, and the other Gamoreans looked around with sudden fear and held aloft their Vibroweapons as the Klatooinian turned the cannon around anxiously. 

A telltale cry from the distance told Cleo all he needed to know, and the Iridonian relaxed, albeit only somewhat. He held a hand in front of Leyla to calm her. 

"It's just the customer." He said, as dozens upon dozens of figures began to simply appear from the dunes. Man-like things covered in wrapped cloth and wearing rebreathers and goggles, grunting into the air in a way no other people did. "The Tuskans probably didn't like the Gamorean stepping so close to their number lying in wait. As long as we stay calm, they'll get their guns and we'll get paid." He told her. 
[@Penny]