The Jawa talked to the Gungan even as he sprinted alongside him.
"I am Qur'tik. My ship, The Womp Rat, is close. We will boa'd my ship, and make quick flight to your sta'po't. Then you can boa'd you' own ship."
Qur'tik eyed the Gungan up and down.
"You look like a smuggla. You and I in the same business?"
As the Jawa spoke, a blaster bolt slammed into the back of his hooded head. The armor's cortosis weave protected him, but he still stumbled and nearly fell over. More bolts were whizzing by. Qur'tik sped up a little.
"Dis guy dont know when ta be quitin mesa thinkin." he said firing his own blaster several times behind him he grabbed the jawa by the scruff of his robe armor and picked him up placing him on his back he quickly sprinted down to the small landing pad it was the only place to land the jawa's ship or any other for that matter. Tossing a few sonic grenades here and there that were on a delayed timer so they could get out of the blast range as they went off to cause more disruption as the explosions went off people rushed into the street. "Now dersa more people arounden wesa gonna be okiday, nobody be gettin a shot off now."
"Mesa in da business if yousa be askin'." he said to the jawa as they turned another corner. Cirus had come to like the jawa he was a smuggler like himself and that indeed would benefit them both should they go into a partnership...assuming the jawa wouldn't kill him after he got a few contacts but after all this the gungan doubted if the jawa was that dirty.