Level 128, Port Town, Cloud City
"Echani wa tengo no buta."
Hurst shook his head at the cart vendor, peddling hot caf at a promenade hub in the Port Town district. Pedestrian traffic was heavy around this circular venue, filled with kiosks and hawkers for all sorts of things.
The Rodian shook his head, and the Imperial captain held up three fingers for emphasis.
"Tengo! Tengo no buta, du wani?"
The alien seemed to think about it, and nodded.
"Tengo no buta, da sechu no boska."
He pointed off in the distance, down one of the larger hallway thoroughfares as he passed a pair of cafs off to Falco. With a smirk, Hurst tossed a chit to the alien before passing a caf off to Redd and keeping one for himself. In the background, a half dozen stormtroopers hung back, weapons slung off the shoulder and looking cagey. They were Hurst's hand-picked posse of shitkickers, pulled for any given concerted beat-walking they intended to do. Today, they were stepping into the rough and tumble mid-levels. Other companies of the garrison were already installed on the top levels and keeping those locked down easily. Not much in the way of real trouble ever happened up there, even before the Empire. The real heartbeat of Cloud City was below the towers.
Hurst walked alongside Redd, and the rest of the troopers filed along behind with a bit of slack in the ranks.
"Yarbo says we're right down the way from the candy store. Rocks, sticks, glitterdust, any sort of shit we want. Just stay on the swivel. These hood dealers are sloppy as hell."
Sure enough, it didn't take them 200 meters of strolling before they found a Zabrak leaning against an edifice, loitering around nothing at all worth seeing. He caught sight of Falco's beat patrol, and tried to play it off cool, strolling off in the other direction.
"Hey! Spike! Get over here!"
Caught in the midst of fight or flight, the Zabrak's eyes met Falco's, and he squared himself to run.
"Don't you fucking..."
And he bolted. With a sneer, Hurst tossed his caf aside, and like a junkyard dog, ran after the first thing stupid enough to run from him.
"...don't make me chase you, asshole! Redd, get your stunner out!"
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