"That's just it.." The Dug inched closer to whisper, "He has old Separatist droids."
"From before the Empire formed." The Aqualish added just as quietly.
They dismissed him immediately after, mumbling anxiously to themselves. Nima was back at the ship, trying to look intimidating so no one would bother her.
He made his way back to the ship, sparking up a death stick and nodding to her. She hated to admit it, but that steely look in his eye when he was on the job was attractive.
Her Resting Bitch Face faltered for a split second when she saw him, trying not to smile as she regarded him with a similar nod. Damn him, why did he have to look so good?
She followed and her facade faded once they were safe inside, "I found out our dear governor has been borrowing from the wrong people, and he hasn't just made Jabba angry."
She knew he could handle himself easy. It was just some outdated droids, nothing he hadn't dealt with before. So then why was she so scared this time? "When are you heading out..?"