The Captain's eyebrows raise impossibly high on his forehead. "Is that so? Well maybe we can get this figured out once and for all. Sieb? Stick with the cargo. NOBODY touches it. Got it?" A grunt and howl from the Wookiee tells Haebes that his order is understood. "Lead on."
A short time later, you arrive in the back of the cantina, Captain Haebes in tow and the Twi'Lek Bib Fortuna waiting for you. The translator works overtime as it translates both of their Huttese.
"What's this about? We have no business with Jabba here."
"On the contrary. All ships in this sector have business with Jabba, no?"
"Skip to the point."
"Jabba says cargo for his palace, not for slaves. What Jabba says, happens. He want you to unload cargo into transport that coming this evening. Repaid for your efforts, he says."
Tal's hairs on the back of his neck start to stand up and Femi can feel a small change in the flow of the Force.
"I've already been 'paid for my efforts', so I'm sticking to the contract. No deal."
"If that is what you wish."
"It is."
As expected, the Twi'Lek dives for cover as two panels open up and blaster fire pours into the room. Luckily, all of you were aware that something was up and can act in the first few seconds.
First round actions please.