Covax ascended the turbo lift of the ship. Expecting to see 2 maybe even 4 blasters pointing at him. Which his why he of course had his also ready. However when the door of the lift opened, what he found was a Rodian passed out in the pilot's chair, drunk or just napping. A droid co-pilots shivering on his droid socket and presumably the cargo officer, a Pyke, trembling next to the door. No surprise there.
The human shot the two useless aliens, first the Pyke, and then the Rodian. Leaving just the R4 unit. "You work for the Hutts?" Covax questioned at gun point. The droid giving a beep of confirmation. "Ok, you can program the remaining droids to transfer the spice creates to my ship, and come work for me. Or, I can turn you to slag and push a couple of buttons myself?"
Suddenly the alarms on the ship would quiet. The remaining droids also halting their defense of the ship. Then after a moment of awkward pausing, the droids turned from the other two mercenaries, and made their way to the cargo hold. Quickly moving creates of spice from the hold to the other ship. The R4 unit would confirm this for Covax and then asked to not be turned to slag.
"One more thing, set the self district for say 5 minutes?" He requested, rather playfully. The astromech once more complying, and the ship rang out with new alarm. "Good, now lets go. How do you feel about being a server droid ?" The droid made a puzzled noise before joining the merc on the turbo lift.
"Plan B, get back to the ship. We have 5 and counting to get loaded and get clear." Covax said in his helmet comms.
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