"Get ready! We leave this afternoon! Once we take that ship, the galaxy will be ours! Just think about it! A pirate ship 40,000 meters long! Hahahahaha!!" Kuken continued. "Round up every outsider! Once we capture that giant spaceship, they'll all be our slaves! Fuck the Muuns! I'm not afraid of them!!"
A large number of fully armed, vicious-looking pirates in filthy, tattered clothes rushed out from behind him. Dragging and shoving, they tied up all the outsiders, including Cun Te, and crammed them into the cramped cargo hold like canned goods.
Inside the bar, the pirates swept bottles, cards, and everything else off the tables, then carried crates of guns and ammunition from the armory and placed them on top.
The atmosphere instantly became feverishly wild.
Only Taya remained there, singing all alone. She was terrified beyond measure, yet she did not dare stop for even a moment.
Cun Te had been stuffed into the very back of the cargo hold, but his mind was utterly calm. He easily slipped free of his bindings and quietly held his communicator in his hand.
With so many people around, communicating openly was impossible. So he began tapping rhythmically on the microphone.
On the surface of Tatooine, at Truda's docking bay in Mos Eisley.
Yuri Orlov and Vitaly Orlov fled in panic and finally returned to their ship, only to find it completely empty. There was no one aboard.
"Where is everyone? Where the fuck is Cun Te?" Yuri searched everywhere, even under the beds, but still found no one. "Fuck! If he doesn't come back, those pursuers will find us sooner or later! We need to get the hell out of here!"
"The problem is, none of us can fly a spaceship. How are we supposed to leave? And we