The Gamorrean speaks in a tone of mixed snarls and porcine squeals. "We were not paid for the slaves we brought, we will take you to sell make some credits." The Dug chitters around the ship on his arms, speaking to the Gamorrean his voice shaking with fear. "Imperials still over head, our friends corpses by now. We will have to wait here awhile, till the Imperials are gone. This ship no match for fighters, we'll slip out when they return to their carrier." The dug begins to calm down a plan for survival steadying the pirate's nerves. Looking over Neesarozul like a hungry dog looks at a steak "This one not half bad looking, partner perhaps test the merchandise?" The Gamorrean grunts in response. "Not a bad idea, been a long day." The pig man's eyes are locked to Neesarozul's, filled with sinister intent. "Now tell me slave, what are you good for?"<br/><br/>