The beggar’s eyes light up as he clutches Han’s donation. “You are truly generous, sir. For this kind of money, I’ll take you there myself.”
The Twi’lek lurches to his feet and leads the way into the tavern. “I’ll tell the bartender to activate the lift.” the bum says. He motions for them to wait in front of a durasteel door just to the right of the entrance.
The Twi’lk speaks to the human bartender, then to Han. “Straight up the lift,” he says. “You’ll see it when you get out – cubicle 452.” The bartender walks to the end of the bar and says something to a blurry-eyed Gamorrean the lift does not come. The Gamorrean stufmbles over to a table of four Altorian lizards.
“What’s going on?” Han demands, fingering his blaster rifle. He does not need to ask; the Twi’lek has lured them into a trap. Apparently, Han’s generosity has stirred the derelict’s greed. He sighs and promises himself he will never be nice again. First, he rescued a group of deserters and ended up with Darth Vader. Now he gives a few credits to a derelict and gets attacked.
The Twi’lek studies Han. “Why don’t you drop your weapons and give us your credits?” His eyes clear. “You have plenty to spare.”
“He set us up!” Sodarra exclaims, aiming his blaster rifle at the Twi’lek.
The Altorian lizards stand. Each holds a blaster pistol. The Twi’lek smiles. “Don’t make us hurt you,” he chuckles. “You can’t win!”
“Wanna bet?” Han asks. He can shoot the Twi’lek first, hoping that he is the ring leader. Perhaps the Altorians will flee when he falls. Or Han can fire at the lizards first, since they are armed.
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