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Zartosh took his time before speaking to the boy with the insignia. He looked it over and after contemplating realized he didn’t know much about it. He thought he might have seen it on the side of some ship he had only seen in pictures, but it was never something he had seen firsthand. Not that he could outright say that. Mystery was a large part of his persona, after all. “That symbol has more meaning to you than it does to me. In the future it will have even more meaning to you; after all has been revealed. Keep you mind open and patient and the truth will come to you.”  He stopped talking and watched the growing unrest in the crowd. This was interesting enough for him to follow, and he gestured for the boy to follow him.

The market cleared out quickly after the announcement, almost everyone decided they had somewhere better to be. Some went to their quarters to secure their valuable or be with their companions, some ran to wherever they thought would be a good place to lay low, but the most interesting group was the ones who marched towards the bridge. It was quite the crowd, and the drive cut across lines of species, class, and age, one massive mob walking together. As they went through the twisting and narrow hallways, chattering amongst themselves and only half thinking about the fighting ahead, their march resembled a Trade Caravan or a train of revelers more than a tight marching military unit or a horde of berserkers, but they reached their destination in time and with terrifying impact.
The bodies of the first pair of raiders that the mob came across were never found. Both of them found that a blaster pistol wasn’t enough to scare them away, and their last screams sounded into their comlinks. The rest of them decided to retreat from back to the bridge. They were used to resistance, but this was the fastest they had ever seen things get so hostile on a civilian ship. 

When they got to the bridge, they had their preventative measures in place. All of the doors were sealed, except the one where they had mounted an E-Web heavy repeating blaster salvaged from the armory of a past target. It laid out a scythe of blaster fire that cut through anyone in its way, leaving smoldering holes in body armor and organic tissue alike. They had the power supplied wired up and the cooler fully operational, they could keep it up until the barrel itself melted. The people scattered off to the sides, staying in the area but not daring to try a frontal assault. The raiders hung back, safe behind the gun emplacement, talking about violent fantasies of what would come next. 

The largest group of the mob found itself at a dead end, the only exits being the hallway covered by the E-web and a sealed door to the bridge at their back. People were gathering and getting increasingly desperate as the suppressing fire swept the corridor. The raiders grew more bold and started to throw grenades out ahead, nonlethal ones at the moment, but those were only preparations for the next salvo, which would surely be lethal and let them begin to push back into the area outside the bridge. Their announcements were silent, not wanting to let the rest of the ship know what was happening,  even if they did decide to try it, every frequency was mix of panic and desperation from the people of the ship after the last broadcast.