Chapter 7
by 
IgnusObscuro
What do you do?
Credits
You holster your weapon, standing up from the table and saying, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, I'm sure we can come to some compromise. How liberal is your employer with his credits?"
"Not very" The Rodian mutters, turning to his partner.
The Trandoshan nods and begins to speak, "You said the magic words small fry, 2000 each, that's our price."