"Y'all" he spoke loudly to the crew as they unloaded "Wheres y'alls crew boss boy?" he asked the nearest. Crazy Danson stepped forward holding his checklist in his hand talking to the nearest crewman "Ima need a manifest sun, gots to be careful 'o' medical supplai'z since the "plague" come in earlier in the season"

One Shoe stood up in the flatbed of the truck, looking up at the ship, taking a look at its transponder and specs on the sensor fitted to the top of the truck "Shes real purty like." He commented down to Beergut as he stared at the whiskey box on the sensor. The crude sensor handheld sensor probed the boxes brought out but did not penetrate the hull itself at its lower setting (which it was currently on). Beergut burped and cut himself a slice of chewing tobacco from a roll and began to chew on it slowly, considering opening a case of StoneKey.

(OOC: What class is the ship?)

"Well thats real gentlemanly of you Mr..." he waited for havoc to give his name before continuing "Sure my boys will be real greatful to y'all" Boss Daniels nodded listening to the slightly implausible story of the multi-billion credit medical supplies, the Doc bought it, but the Boss remained doubtful.

The Doctor spoke "Im sure we can waive the inspection if it really is so important, and these boys are being real respectful and bringing us a gift.".

Daniels spat a stream of spittle and tobacco onto the floor close to havocs boots before moving back to the truck, leaning on it and talking to Beergut quietly, under his breath so Havoc could not hear him as Doc spoke. "That city slicker thinks he has us reaaal figured out, go bribes them country boys and give em a bantha turd story. He ain't got no medical supplies, hes smugglin' or worse." Beergut leaned back and nodded "I reckon y'ure right Boss, shall I call the alert?" Daniels replied curtly "Don be dumb boy, we'l follow them and see what thems messin' in."

Doc went on talking to havoc "Any idea what sorts of supplies thems bringing to us? Ive been waiting a real long time for some new bacta and I aint heard of there being a shipment for some time. Do your men need any accomodations in town? I hear theres rooms free in Mama Borgos place down on 6th. I am real glad you boys came."

Daniels returned from his quick conversation with Beergut and returned to Havoc and the Doc "I jus' gon authorised giving yall an escort with yure billion-credit supplai'z to the Hospital, make sure none of the more enterprisin' boys dont go decide to make some money. Y'all don' main'd I hopes?" he said with a smile, exposing his tobacco stained teeth.

Boss Daniels looked about as cynical as a man had ever looked, giving his tobacco a firm chew. "Y'all have a secret box fulla stuff, sent here bai the Republic and I aint allowed to see it? How abouts I give them a call and check out this story? I may not be no city slicker boy, but I ain't plumb dumb crazy. Y'allre just talking pure moonshine."

As he said this, One-Shoe wondered up to GP and shouted out loud "He gots one of those real fancy robots boss! Not the croptending kaind neither. " He waved a hand infront of its face "Say One-Shoe Y'all! Hur Hur Hur"

The Boss shifted his tobacco from one cheek to another with a thoughtful slurp as Fajra came out "That sure is Ma'am, head up that road and through the wood, about a click yonder Ma'am." he turned back to Havoc "Yure passengers are free to go, and yure crew can get on with unloadin' but I want you to come on down to the Command-shack with alls y'all paperwork and were gunna check this over with the Republic boys. It it all checks out, y'all can take your supplies, if not, y'alls under arrest for lying to an officer of the law, and lying to a customs officer."

One shoe approached Havoc closely and gestured in a reasonably polite manner in the direction of the box before giving a shout for the Doc to come up and in, the Doc approached and stood on the other side of Havoc.

The Boss sighed "Im gunna go see if maybe the Pilot of this crate ain't fulla moonshine. Sick of it I am today." he proceded towards the cockpit, looking through random boxes and cabinets as he went, determined to search for contraband, not bothering to be too tidy about it. He picked up his radio from his belt, talking to Beergut at the truck "Get the channel open to the New Republic boys at the command shack." he smiled and turned down his country music to reply "Wilco Boss" before sending a text message to the tower who established the connection at the shack.

Having seen the column of strangers walking towards town a dozen of the local children realised and began to scurry towards the ship from nearby farms, some on crude hoverboards and mini-swoops, climbing around the ship and on its landing gear. Giggling and smiling happily as they looked at the ship, offworld shipments meant more offworld treats in the stores in Garang!

Once the rifle was successfully assembled he'd run into some woods that wasn't far from the crater and get himself into a good spot to snipe from. Once his position was secure he aimed down his scope and at Fajra, he thought of a good spot to shoot that wouldn't be fatal, and yet look like it was. He then aimed at her waist and shot at the left side, thus making the bullet skin her yet injuring her enough to make anyone fall down. He'd then whisper into his earpiece on Fajra's connection. "Should've skinned you, was a slug thrower shot, saving the blaster shots for these.... Annoying Di'kut's."((Idiot's))He'd say switching his rifles shots to blaster.

He'd then aim down his scope once again in a quick motion, not taking to much time to switch ammo types and took a shot at Beergut's stomach, whom was at the truck.The stomach shot was in-case he decided to duck when the shot was fired. And If he were to jump up, well that'd be an unpleasant spot to get shot. He'd then start running out of the woods, pulling his pistol out of it's holster and aim down at Beergut and fire several shots with a suppressor on the muzzle of the gun in-case he was still alive. He'd then run up the ramp into the ship, look around the ship, checking his corners. He saw Havoc, the doc, and Oneshoe standing over a box, he'd then proceed to shoot at them. The first shot he took was at Havoc, but not really at Havoc. He'd shoot past his head with the rifle, danger close. He'd then turn onto the Doc and Oneshoe. "Re'turcye mhi!"((Goodbye)) He'd say cockily while firing at them full burst. Hoping Havoc was smart enough to fall over pretending that he was shot. After his shot's were done, he'd toss Havoc the pistol and look over at him. "Ret'lini"((Just In Case)). He'd then turn around and look around seeing if there were anyone else on the ship, He didn't see Daniels.

Beergut was hit through the stomach, depressing the button on the communicator and screaming incoherently down the line to the control tower. He then slumped forward, unconcious from the pain and his life slipping away. Doc and One-Shoe similarly perished, being cut down by the Mandalorians pistol fire. The children gathered around the ship began to flee screaming from the murderer.

In the control tower, the operator was in shock, and spoke down the communicator quickly to the New Republic garrison and the Dantooine Patriot Defence Force. "We have terrorists firing on the purlease down at the ole Yates field". Within seconds the alert was raised, with loud banjo music coming from the control tower to signal trouble.

Boss Daniels heard the blaster fire and muttered to himself "oh sheet" pulling the blaster rifle from his back and quickly making his way into the Cockpit, not stopping to mess aroung now. Quickly prodding the pilot into it also before sealing its door. "Seal the doors on this thang." he said brutally to the man, leveling the blaster rifle at him. Throughout the ship the vacuum tight doors all slid down into place, and the ramp on the ship went up, locking down its individual compartments, trapping Havoc and the Mandalorian within the Cargo hold. Of course, Havoc could slice or blow his way out, but it would take time, or do major damage to the ship.

Alerted to the presence of terrorists, the local patriot defense force began to turn out in force. Over 200 began to head towards the banjo music at the Space Port. An assortment of vehicles quickly began clanking unceremoniously towards the space port. Consisting of two t-3 b tanks (one held together with mostly duct-tape and prayers), 2 AT-PTs and a Dozen speeders and wheeled vehicles, most mounted with hillbilly armor.

The pair of AT-PTs stopped when they reached Fajras men walking up the road, along with a pair of trucks and leveled their weapons at them "Y'all strangers is under protect-teeve custidy, y'all come into the town with us and we gun keep y'all away from the firefight goin' down" spoke the lead redneck, a Major-General Cale Haggard gesturing to a saloon on the edge of town "Thatl do boys, yall head on over there and we will stay around look after Y'all"

They quickly advanced the half-mile towards the landed freighter and formed a half-circle around it a hundred meters away, gunning their engines. The rednecks dismounting in many cases and taking cover with rifles pointed towards the ship. A white painted doctors speeder parking up, and a pair of doctors ran out, pulling out Beergut from the truck and confirming he was dead and also picking up Fajra, dragging her to the medical speeder and applying bacta to her wounds, not really knowing much more medecine than "Bacta fix hurts".

The two tanks heavy blaster cannons swivelled up to face the freighter, targetting its engines incase it decided to try and escape, at the first sign of activity they would pour fire into the ship. Their proton missiles also laying in targets to blow open the hold of the ship. Ole General-General Eel sat in the turret of his tank, opening the communicator to loud speaker so even Havoc could hear over the blaring banjo music through the door of the ship. "Y'all comes out with yure hands up boys, and we will treat you real nice, if you daint, we gunna blow yure whole crate back to the force", and he wasnt kidding either, a violent old man he had been out of work for some years before coming home and lusted to once again see the explosions blossom from his tanks blasters and torpedoes.

In orbit, the fleet recieved the signal about the terrorists, and signaled its readiness to help should a problem arise, fighters being readied for takeoff and the Corvette marking the freighter for bombardment. The sound of more vehicles starting up drifted from the town of Garang as the alert spread.

As ever Havoc had under-estimated the spirit and cunning of the people of Dantooine, and now, cornered, it was his move. They did not take kindly to strangers coming and murdering their sons, there would be a blood-price today on the soil of Dantooine.

He glanced in the diretion Major-General Cale Haggard had gestured too the saloon, it was where they were all heading too in the frist place town, glancing back to the man.. "Thank you Sir" came Damon's reply, he tipped his head slightly in thanks.. Once they reach the saloon, then Damon would set out to obtain the needed passports and follow the rest of the orders given by Commander Fajra.. Frist item on his list, to contact Fajra via comlink, once he reached the location of the saloon ...