(Star Wars belongs to its respective owners and does not belong to me, it belongs to Lucasfilm Ltd. LLC and The Walt Disney Company)
This Star Wars comic was published by Marvel Comics in 1977, and I am doing a novelization of it.
Title: Eight against the world!
A quiet interlude in the local cantina, when a scaly, muscular green alien with a bit of a belly lunged at Solo, grabbing him from behind as he resisted.
- Now, would you three mind telling me about that job again? They say they have a job for me... If I don't have that "unfortunate aversion to death"? Solo asserted in the midst of the struggle with his attacker.
- I'm sorry, they'll tell me later, guys, right now. As you can see, I'm a bit busy, maybe later. The Corellian reasoned as he was turned around and confronted by the scaly aggressor.
- Oh, dear! And now what? What's your problem, idiot, tall, scaly, and ugly? He asked Solo to his adversary, watching as he pushed him and then held him by the front of his shirt.
- Azoora is mine, you know? And you'd better stay away from her! I threatened the furious alien for the flirting the human did with his supposed girlfriend.
- Azoora!? I don't know who that is. Han questioned, bewildered by the madness of the scaly man.
- The girl with blue skin you were talking to earlier, that's her. I confirm the Corellian's attacker is still full of rage.
Look, buddy, I don't even know where he went. Why don't you leave like a duck before my Wookiee friend, Chewbacca, tears you apart? Han warned, implying that his partner could tear him apart.
- Bah! I'm not afraid of any skinny sack of fur. I secured the attacker without resisting their attack for even a second.
- I'll teach you a lesson, star jumper! I threatened the scaly creature again while it continued its aggression.
- Frankly, I don't want her. "I assure you," Han said as he grabbed a nearby chair to use it against his attacker.
"So I'll give it back to you!" Announcement: Only while he smashed the furniture against his attacker, who only got a slight headache.
- And well? Any more tricks? The alien asked without barely flinching at the smuggler's aggression.
- Well, then a wooden chair won't hurt you. The human concluded, seeing how his attacker was unharmed.
- Very well, Chewie... Damn it, Chewie? And where the hell did he go? He asked, Solo seeing that he was alone against his rival, who grabbed him by the legs and threw him against a table where a cyborg and a furry humanoid resembling a primate were sitting.
- You just spilled my drink, sky boy! The girl with the primate-like voice, who was androgynous, complained to the rude but unintentional action of the human.
"Don't blame me, pig face, blame the one who threw me!" The smuggler protested, implying that he did nothing wrong.
- Hey! Are you trying to act smart with my girlfriend? The cyborg was outraged seeing the human's rude behavior.
- Girlfriend? You can hardly tell one sex from the other in these spaceports anymore. He complained, Solo, unable to discern the gender or sex dimorphism of the visitors to these places.
Han ducked to avoid the cyborg's attack and countered by knocking him down.
- Are you back there, Chewbacca? I knew I saw a huge shadow behind. The smuggler thot he was talking to his lifelong friend, but it turned out to be the scaly thug he was fighting, who threw him, but this time the smuggler ended up in the arms of his furry companion.
- Gronk. Grunted something cheerfully, watching the Wookiee with his companion.
- Chewie! I was thinking about you. Han felt relieved being in his friend's arms and getting down from him to stand up and get into a defensive stance.
"Listen, the natives are getting a bit restless, so it's better." Suggested the human to his furry friend.
- You're not going anywhere and, anyway, don't just stand there. Concluded the aggressive thug, ready to continue the fight.
- Watch out for him, Chewie! He has drunk too much nikta. Solo warned about the aggressive attitude of the lizard humanoid.
- So, you think that long-haired ball of fluff will protect you, right? The scaly bully mocked with a sarcastic smile.
- Well, kid, after knocking him out, I'm going to... He proclaimed as he struck the furry one with great force, but the latter didn't move an inch.
- What's wrong with you, wookiee? Don't you know enough to throw yourself on the ground and play dead when I hit you? He mocked, continuing to hit him several times, but he didn't even move.
"Hey, buddy... maybe we should talk it over..." He suggested, seeing that their attacks wouldn't affect the smuggler's furry friend, who grabbed the aggressor and sent him flying against a window of the cantina.
As quickly as it started, the brawl ended, and, as is often the case in these situations, the victors are the ones who remain standing.
- No hard feelings, old friend. After all, we won, didn't we? I assure you, just seeing how the outlook was positive for both of us.
- How about we go see why those farmers just offered us work? It would do us good, you know? Suggested the human to his furry friend, ready to hear the offer.
- Now, friend, what were you saying before we were so rudely interrupted? He was just asking, wanting to know what the offer was about.
- We are humble farmers from a village in one of the poorest areas on this planet. Confessed the farmer, making his position in the society of this world clear.
- That's what I call starting from the bottom! The smuggler joked, seeing the man's modesty.
- Excuse me, sir? I asked the man who didn't understand Han's jokes, bewildered.
- Excuse me, I think I'll have to set aside my sense of humor for a while. The smuggler concluded, seeing that he didn't get his sense of humor.
- Anyway, what's your problem, buddy? I inquire, just wanting to know what the job would be.
- My name is Ramiz, and I was selected to come here with the others to look for... I don't really know how to say it... A champion, a protector, so to speak! The farmer confessed, wanting to convey his intentions.
- HRUK? I ask the wookie, wanting to know exactly what I should do.
- I was getting to that, Chewie. Solo affirmed to his partner, implying that he was about to get to that point.
- My first furry companion wants to know who or what you want us to protect you from. The smuggler inquired, wanting to know exactly what he should do.
- He's a demon... Him and his men! Assured Ramiz, implying that the people Han was going to fight with
- Oh, dear! It seems they outnumber us even before we start. He assumed, just by looking, that they were possibly at a disadvantage.
- But we urgently need a champion, a solitary master. The farmer reasoned that they needed someone very experienced. Someone who will defend us from the cloud riders, and from Serji-x! Yes, that is the name of their leader: Serji, the Arrogant! He and his men, outlaws who live in the fog-covered hills on the outskirts of our village, appear every year around this time to demand tribute from us, which we barely have enough to feed ourselves! "They stampede our banthas, which we raise to feed ourselves and transport us..." If we try to resist, they will burn our meager crops, which barely feed us in the best years. And they take our wives, our daughters... just for fun. I said they are demons, Mr. Solo... and there is no other word that suits them so well. We have little money, but we can offer you food... shelter. You must help us... or our village will soon disappear! The farmer stated with concern about what could happen.
- Yes, that would be a real loss for the galaxy, alright! Han asserted while taking his drink.
- Sorry? Ramiz asked doubtfully, listening to the smuggler's words.
- Alright, we will accept the job. I assure you, only willing to do the work that is offered.
- But I want to recruit a few more of these unlucky spacers before we head to your village. Spread the word, okay? Han asked his contractor to speak about his intentions to gather a group.
- Yes, Mr. Solo. I confirm the farmer is ready to speak about the recruitment of members for the smuggler's mission.
As the sun sets on Aduba-3, in the fourth class, a procession of aliens begins to line up in front of the upstairs door of the dilapidated cantina in a room rented to attract candidates for the required labor. No one can say for sure why they came to Abuba-3 or where they came from, and even less so Han Solo, who doesn't believe anyone.
One of them came by to be interviewed for the job.
- Well, we've seen ten spacers so far, and none of them knew which end of the blaster was up. He commented, recalling his previous experiences with the former candidates, as he watched the new job applicant who was a dark blue anthropomorphic feline, a Spiner (Spiners were intelligent, almost extinct, bipedal mammals with deadly sharp quills. They were capable of launching them with great speed and precision by flexing their muscles. Their homeworld, Worxer, was destroyed when their sun went supernova), wearing clothes similar to a green cloak with golden edges and elegant shorts.
"I expected you to be different... but I don't even see your weapon." Perplexed, Han observed the feline's garments.
"My name is Hedji... and I never wear one." The spinner introduced himself while greeting his contractor.
- I'm sorry, buddy, but the kind of person we're looking for is definitely not a wrist wrestling specialist. The smuggler reasoned, dismissing the present feline.
- Let the next one come in, shall we? The Corellian bid farewell to the candidate kindly, thinking he wouldn't be suitable.
- Gurk! The wookie growled, seeing how the feline still hadn't left, even tho his comrade told him to.
-Huh? Are you still here? I thot I had said... He questioned, somewhat annoyed, arms crossed, only while watching the denial of the candidate who didn't see the same potential.
- I heard you. But I still want the job... for reasons I prefer not to mention. Hedji insisted to his employer that he thot he wouldn't have what it takes for the job he wanted to do.
- Look, I'm a bit pressed for time, so get to the point, okay? Tell me what you can do. I inquire just to know what talent or usefulness this candidate might have.
- Whatever you say! The spinner assured while showing how he shot several spines from his arm near Solo.
- Damn flying spines. I pronounce, impressed and somewhat agitated, the Corellian, seeing the alien's ability.
- I didn't know there were still some of you, spinners, in the galaxy. Han stated that he thot they no longer existed, but seeing that he could see that there were still some of them left.
- You're hired anyway! He confirmed, just giving the job to the feline.
- I'm very glad to hear that, but my sources were a bit vague about what exactly I'm being hired for. The feline hesitated, still uncertain about what the job entailed.
- I'll tell you later... when I've filled the slots for the group of people we need. The human argued, implying that when they have enough members, they will tell him the specifications.
- In the meantime, don't stray too far. But, on the other hand, don't get too close either. The Corellian specified, telling him what he had to do while looking for more members for the job.
- We'll call you, we're going for the next one, see you later. Solo said goodbye to his hired hand while they went to get another link for the team.
The next candidate was a human girl, fair skin, white hair, good curves, pantyhose, red panties, red low-cut bra, pom-poms as shoulder pads, large hoops, and a golden necklace, a pair of blaster pistols.
- HARRUKK! The wookiee shouted in surprise upon seeing the beauty of his old acquaintance.
- Hello, Solo. It's been a long time. I greet the lady in revealing attire.
- I have eyes, Chewie! Protested the white-haired woman, seeing the lascivious attitude of Han's furry friend.
- Our old friend Amaiza, mother of the black hole gang! I thot the Empire had killed all of you on Delphon Way. Han stated, thinking that all of that group had died.
- Obviously, they failed. Amaiza concluded, pointing to herself with her hands and showing that she was unharmed.
- Didn't I hear something about you owing Jabba the Hutt enough money to buy your own spice mine? Asked the human female, implying that she knew about Han's debts.
- Maybe you heard wrong too. Well, ma'am... you're in. The smuggler concluded, wanting to keep the word from spreading about his problems with the Hutt.
- Why, Solo...? Don't you want to see if I'm still good with the blaster? Affirms the girl with white hair.
- Although I must warn you. I tend to get much closer than those spikes nailed to the wall! Amaiza warned, implying her level of marksmanship and effectiveness.
- It seems like everyone here tonight is right. Try not to shoot any of our other prospects on your way out, okay? She kindly asked her old acquaintance.
- I'll do what I can. He assured the girl, giving a thumbs up in approval.
- I'm sure you'll do it. I trust the skills of your old partner, the smuggler.
- Next candidate. I called for the next candidate to come into the room, and when he did, he was an elderly human with fair skin, wearing a brown tunic, with a sparse white beard and hair.
- Now, who? Solo consults, bewildered, looking at the elder's attire.
- I am Don-wan Kihotay of the Jedi Knights! The presumed user of the Force introduces himself.
- What are you talking about, old man? Jedis have been banned since the rise of the Empire! The smuggler questioned, not believing there were any Jedi beside Luke or the late Obi-Wan.
- However, I am a true Jedi... master of "the Force" and bearer of the lightsaber. Therefore, it is my sacred duty to travel thru the galaxy, defending the causes of peace and justice. I assure you, the supposed Jedi, implying that he completely believed in being a true one.
- I beg you to allow me to accompany you, young sir, on any sacred mission you undertake... so that I may continue to be worthy of the title of Jedi Knight. The old man insisted on wanting to accompany the Corellian on his mission.
- HARROOO. Grunted, distrustful, the Wookiee at the old man's words.
- Yes, I know he's crazy, Chewie... he doesn't even realize that Darth Vader and the clone troopers destroyed the Jedi decades ago. But he won't be a bother for long! Han assured his furry partner, feeling a bit sorry for the crazy gentleman.
- Very well, Don-wan, you have become part of the team! But only if you swear as a defender of the republic and act as a defender of the law, etc. Han demanded of the strange elder, allowing him to join his group.
"I swear it, young sir!" Promised Wan as he knelt and raised his lightsaber vertically, demonstrating that it was authentic.
- Then get up... but be careful with that lightsaber. The Corellian will be surprised to see that he actually had a real Jedi weapon.
- My eternal thanks, young sir! Don-wan Kihotay will not disappoint you!
- How wonderful! Now move it, grandpa! We don't have all nite here in the lobby, you know? Well, at least I'm next, so we can finally start the show before dawn. Claimed the next candidate in line, who was a lepis. (The lepus, also called lepis, were a species of aliens, mammals, humanoids, and sentient beings, prolific breeders. Their height was similar to that of an average human, they had large eyes, and came in various colors. Their features were similar to those of a rabbit, and they were constantly in motion and known for their speed) whose name was Jaxxon T. Tumperakki.
When he was interrupted by the same alien who jealously attacked Han for being with his supposed girlfriend
- Get out of my way, Rodent! I just found out that the new guy is hiring spacers... And I want money to get off this rock! Demanded the scaly grouch, Solo's rival, who wanted the job.
- I'm not a rodent... And I'm next in line, so why not..? But he couldn't finish his sentence because he was hit by the alien, which left him somewhat dazed, but standing before the rabbit.
- Did you mean you were next? Sorry, young man. But I really have to insist that you take your corpse covered in warts back to the end of the line, you know? He kindly asked Jaxxon in a tone of sarcasm.
"Take off, rodent, or there will be many more fists where that one came from!" Warned the greenish alien with a very bad attitude.
- I won't hesitate, friend. But, as I said before. I pronounce Tumperakki now more angrily and ready to respond to the attack.
- I'm not a rodent! Jaxxon reasoned as he delivered a kick, sending the attacker down the stairs.
- I'm more of what you'd call a typical Carnivorous Lepus: a carnivorous and firework-loving rabbit for you, buddy! Ah, yes, and give my regards to the guys at the bar! Clarified Lepus while asking his attacker to greet the others.
- I saw that, rabbit. I praise Solo, implying that he could see the alien's strength.
- Well, hooray for you! You must have been eating your space carrots... I could never stand them, myself... I clarified Tumperakki, implying that he didn't like those vegetables, but they still helped Han see better.
- I heard: a carnivore who needs a job, right? The Corellian asked, seeing that the rabbit was looking to join the smuggler's crew.
- Well, I won't stay here for the decor. I joked with Jaxxon simply.
- Do you have another name beside? I inquire, the smuggler, but couldn't finish asking because the rabbit responded ahead of time.
- My name is Jaxxon. Can you call me Jax for short...? Argued the rabbit while putting his hands in his pockets.
- Alright, Jax... I'll send Chewbacca to pick you and the others up later. Han assured, implying that he was hired, and Jax left.
The next candidate showed up, and Han didn't take him very seriously.
- Now, son... What is a young man like you doing in line? The smuggler asked, seeing that the next candidate was a young human with fair skin, wearing a blue shirt and a cap with glasses.
"I mean, the free-for-all battle I have prepared doesn't need another pet." I dismiss Han, seeing that the candidate seemed too young and inexperienced.
- And that tractor-droid climbing the stairs behind you, is it yours? Consult Solo observing how the automaton climbed the stairs.
- I'm sure it is! My name is Jimm, but I'm called the Starkiller boy! The young man clarified, giving an understanding that he was the owner of the robot.
- And you can bet that I'm going to live up to that control... if I ever get to leave this disgusting planet. The boy declared hopefully, wanting to leave the world as soon as possible.
- While I, sir, am Fe-9Q... known as Effie... And I don't belong to anyone... much less to the one who calls himself the Stakiller boy! The droid replied, questioning his loyalty to his master.
- Don't listen to him, Solo! Sometimes he gets arrogant, but he is very devoted to me... like a pet. The young man clarifies his bond with his automaton.
- Rather, a terrestrial glider is dedicated to the man behind the wheel! Fe-9Q questioned, expressing his point of view on the relationship with his owner.
- A good robot is always useful to us, son. But give me three good reasons why we should take you. The Corellian asked, wanting to know if he was useful for his group.
- Because I've been stuck on Aduba-3 my whole life, and if I don't get out of there, I'm going to go crazy... That's why! Starkiller pled in a tone of supplication, wanting to leave the planet as soon as possible.
- Have you ever shot that blaster at anything bigger than a sand rat? Han asked, wanting to get an idea of the boy's level of experience.
- Of course, and many times. I confirm Jimm about his previous combat experience.
- Cactus from the dunes, right? I doubt it. Just almost sure about the guy's level of experience.
- Well, yes, but give me a chance and… Starkiller asked his employer somewhat insistently, the young man.
- You know? You remind me of another guy I met... named Luke Skywalker. Solo confessed, reminiscing nostalgically about his old acquaintance.
- It hasn't been that long since I saw him, but everything was moving so fast when I left. I wonder what he is up to right now. The Corellian wondered as he thot in his mind about what his old acquaintance was doing at that moment.
As Han reflects, events unfold rapidly on the fourth moon of the distant planet Yavin, countless light-years away. For, since the destruction of the feared Death Star of the galactic empire, the rebels of that green moon have been on constant alert. Although only a few observation towers, which protrude from the dense jungle, would betray them.
Meanwhile, at the rebel base on Yavin-4
- Oh, Luke... I wish it were someone other than you doing this job...! Leia questioned, seeing that her acquaintance had to go on that spaceship similar to a Corellian corvette.
- Like all of us, Your Majesty, but no one here has proven to be a star pilot as good as young Luke. Assured the elderly light-skinned human, known as General Dodonna.
- And flying fast and skillfully is exactly what we need right now! Assured one of the rebel soldiers nearby the conversation.
"I won't let you down, General Dodonna!" Skywalker declared, ready to continue his mission at any cost.
- Hurry up and get on board, R2! Master Luke doesn't have all day, you know? The protocol droid questioned his partner's delay as they both climbed the access ramp to the ship.
"Are you sure you know what you're getting into, Luke?" Leia doubts the hasty decision of the blonde ready for this mission.
- I'm not a hero, princess. I simplify the young boy ready to embark on his risky task.
- But of course, you don't need to be a hero to realize that the galactic empire needs to be stopped. Skywalker commented with humility, ready for anything.
- And the rebels are our only chance! The princess stated, implying that there would be no more hope.
- Vader knows we're here now. Luke reasoned, given the imminent danger they were exposed to.
- So it would be better if C-3PO, R2, and I find another hiding place for the rebels, quickly! You'll hear from me sooner than you think! Skywalker affirmed, ready to go for a new base for the rebellion.
- Sure I will, Luke... May the Force be with you! Leia said goodbye, wishing her companion good luck.
- And with you, princess! Luke said goodbye, returning the gesture she had given him first.
The young man took off in his vessel at full speed upwards.
Leia and Dodonna watched the spaceship take off.
- If only I could go with him, General. I assure you, Princess Organa, wanting to accompany Luke on his mission.
- Now that your father is dead, you are needed as a leader... and as a symbol. Jan reasoned as he watched the ship sail away thru the skies.
Princess Leia momentarily thinks of her father, murdered by the Empire, as Luke's spaceship quickly passes out of sight.
Outside the gravitational fields of Yavin and its fourth moon, delving into the vastness of space. As the Millenium Falcon of Han Solo did, not many days ago.
- How did I get involved in all this war stuff? Well, maybe I got lucky and destroyed the Death Star, but I'm still just a simple farmer, fresh from a remote world like Tatooine. Who are you kidding, Skywalker? He knows you had no choice, not once you found out your father was one of the Jedi Knights. Even my father fought alongside Ben Kenobi in the Clone Wars! The blonde stated in his monolog to himself as he navigated.
- What's wrong, Master Luke? You don't act anything like yourself, if I may say so. The golden automaton reasoned, doubting, while observing its owner.
- I was thinking about Ben. Luke stated while addressing his droid's questions.
- Ben? Oh, you mean Obi-Wan Kenobi...! Concluded C-3PO, being sure of what the blonde was referring to.
- He may be Obi-Wan to the rest of the galaxy, 3PO. But to me, he was Ben, the greatest man I've ever known! He sacrificed himself... So that we could escape from the Death Star. And I won't rest until I come face to face with Darth Vader and make him pay for Ben's death! Luke expressed his admiration for Kenobi and his hatred for Vader.
- How curious, Lord Vader would have killed me if Han Solo hadn't come to the rescue. The good old Han! I suppose he's enjoying life in Mos Eisley right now, with all the treasure the rebels gave him. The blonde assumed in his hopeful thoughts that his partner was doing well now.
Meanwhile, with the Corellian
- Yes. I wonder what he's up to right now! He is probably having more fun than I am, that's for sure! Han reasoned while thinking about the task he had to carry out.
- Well, just? You will take me with you. I doubt Jimm, seeing the smuggler's delay.
- I'm sorry, kid. I guess my mind wandered for a second. Alright, you can come. I'll show you how to use that blaster later. I'm sure Han wants to give him a lesson or two on how to use a weapon.
- That's great on my part. Alright, let's go, Effie. The young man asked his automaton as they both went down the stairs.
- We have to pack some bags. I reason, Starkiller, as I continue on my way.
- And I will be the one to do it, as always! I declare with annoyance the automaton as it follows its owner.
- Tronk! Ask the Wookiee about the quality of the recruits.
- Don't say it, Chewie! I know our six loyal ones aren't much, but beggars can't be choosers.
At dawn, outside the walls of the spaceport city, all the recruits for the job could be seen.
- Well, there you go! I'm glad to see all your smiling faces and so bright. The friendly smuggler greeted his boys.
- Hey, buddy, where's that ship of yours? I thot you said you were ruining this low-quality stone! Jimm assumed his contractor, wanting to know where his ship was.
- That's what you said, Starkiller... Not me! Now, this is what we will do... But he just couldn't finish what he was going to say, as his furry friend pointed with his arm to the presence of Skyspeeders behind his recruits moving at full speed.
- AROO! The wookie warned about the arrival of the flying vehicles.
"I see them, Chewie." The Corellian noticed the ships in mid-flight.
- Attention, spacefarers! Skyspeeders are coming up on your left! The smuggler indicated to his partners, who turned to observe the arrival of the vehicles.
- And if I'm not mistaken... those are the Riders of the Clouds. The reason they hired us to protect a village. The smuggler assumed
-Han! Do you want me to…? Amaiza asked with her hand near the blaster in her pocket, ready to draw.
- Everyone keep their blasters in their holsters! Let them attack first! Ordered Solo to his group not to attack yet.
- There are only six! We could. The Starkiller boy reasoned, seeing that there weren't that many opponents, he didn't finish speaking due to the smuggler's interruption.
- Do it? Half of our guys don't even use their weapons. No, it's obvious they found out about us and came to chat a bit. The Corellian argued, seeing that they were at a disadvantage.
- And it's easy to see who gave them the information! Han pointed out, noticing that one of the flying motorcycles was being ridden by the same troublesome scaly alien he had fought before.
- Hello, scaly one! So, after your failures, did you go tell the big guys about me? I inquire, just to see where the troublesome alien was now.
- A spacefarer has to make do as best as they can, star jumper. Simply, don't tempt your luck, or I'll shoot. The scaly being warned, somewhat resentful of his past failures because of the Corellian.
- You won't shoot, Warto, unless I give you the order! Demanded the one who seemed to be the gang leader, who was a middle-aged human with scars on his forehead, hair and mustache, a red jacket with a drawing of a sun on his chest, gloves, and a yellow belt with holsters for blasters, green pants, leather boots with spurs, and he dismounted his motorcycle to then remove the goggles covering his eyes and leave them on his forehead.
- Well, Mr. Solo? Can I assume that we will meet under a flag of truce? He asked the bandit leader while trying to find a less violent solution.
- Are you Serji-X? He asked the Corellian, almost certain that he was the gang leader.
Serji raised his thumb as a sign of confirmation.
- If they call me Serji-X the arrogant. That unfortunate title, for someone with a sensitivity as delicate as mine, but we've come a long way, so let's not beat around the bush, shall we? Some farmers from a certain village have approached you... To which they have already returned. The leader stated, knowing more or less the situation Han was in.
- Forget your mission, I am willing to offer you a minimum of one sol. Although I'm sure it will be more than what those ignorant pawns can give you. Surely Serji wanting to give the smuggler a better pay, so he doesn't interfere in his affairs.
- They are giving us everything they can, my friend... And that's the best salary I've ever had. A sand rat like you couldn't even match its price. Han replied without changing his mind about his work.
- No, I have an idea: how about you and your men leave that village in peace this year? That way we won't have any problems. I suggest to the smuggler that Serji's group leaves peacefully to avoid any casualties.
- What an unexpected bravado, coming from someone who leads women, children, and outcasts from spaceships. Had I known, I would have stayed in the mountains laughing. The mocking bandit leader scoffed, seeing that his rival had no competent personnel to fight against him and his men.
- Yeah? Well, I'll try to laugh off this blaster, damn bandit. I threatened the Starkiller kid, but Solo saw the boy's move as reckless and caught the attention of one of his recruits.
- Amaiza. Han ordered his partner to prevent Jimm from doing anything imprudent.
The lady hit the boy to prevent the young man from doing something risky yet.
- You are already fighting among yourselves! And with this strength, you try to scare Serji-X. The bandit leader continued mocking his rivals, seeing the discord among them.
- You have already expressed your opinion, friend, why don't you and your cloud riders go home and play? But I would stay away from that peasant village, if I were you. He asked and mocked his adversary a little, the smuggler.
- You are not me, star pilot. And if you persist, soon you will be nothing. Serji warned as he returned to mount his motorcycle and took off.
- Just another lifeless corpse, writhing in the desert wind! The leader threatened as he bid farewell to the smuggler.
- URRK. The Wookie reasoned, saying that perhaps they got involved in a risky matter, that maybe they shouldn't have gotten involved.
- Yes, maybe this time we've bitten off more than we can chew, old friend. He admitted, realizing the delicate situation they were in right now.
- Well, let's get moving, star jumpers! We have to ride the bantha!! The Corellian urged his partners, encouraging them.
- The end -