The armor helped considerably to deflect most of the bullets, and also to soften the blow from the ones that hit, but Kaloh still found himself staggering back from the spray leveled at him by the droideka. At least he had their attention. More importantly, at least their attention didn't last long, as both the cathar and a jawa joined and engaged them even before a blast from Crimson Falcon's turret destroyed the last of them.
Instinctively business-focused, Kaloh looked around at the destroyed droids. If these had been purchased completely operational, then whoever wished to stop them had just lost at least 120,000 credits on this venture. It would have been both cheaper and much more effective to simply bribe them to divert the delivery. Even assuming the droids were salvaged and re-built here on planet, it would still be a significant loss. He was considering this when Mirim ran up to check on him. "I'm a little bruised up, but I'll be all right. Let's have Iris attend to the unloading.
His blaster was still in hand from the previous battle, though he'd lowered it. Seeing that the port master was sheathing his vibroblade and allowing himself to be tended to, seemingly unconcerned by the arrival of the armed men approaching, Kaloh reluctantly holstered his blaster.
As the Cathar who'd helped them addressed Melaara, kaloh wondered just how they'd known each other. The likely reason seemed to be that the two had coordinated to meet here, but that only meant at least one other person was being paid for this. How much was each side spending to aid or deny the supply of medical supplies?
His focus on the money may have contributed to his noticing their young pilot picking through a nearby droideka. Without saying anything, Kaloh simply took a step over toward him and stomped down loudly.
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