The developments that followed were more or less what Su Ming had predicted.
Aphra first brought Hegel Tanzan, the big eater, along to freeload off Deathstroke's meal. They dawdled in the bar, chatting for two hours, after which the black-haired Wookiee made an excuse about having a stomachache and told everyone to leave without waiting for him.
Bigfoot had barely been gone a moment when the two robots returned. They seemed to have taken the opportunity to undergo some maintenance, as both their bodies gleamed brightly.
"Master, we can set off now. I just updated my dismemberment program." Zero Three held both hands before his chest and bowed slightly. That was the standby posture of this model of etiquette robot.
"Good, let's go. We'll head to the ship first." Aphra knew Heckelsantan had gone to make preparations, so she planned to take the rich sucker on a little ride around town and act once she received the signal.
Harley, eating alien steak, licked the sauce from her fingers and gave Deathstroke a subtle wink.
Su Ming merely nodded slightly in silence, indicating that he understood and would first see how the girl performed.
The group left the chaotic tavern in the small town. The noise and cool shade receded from them together. In the center of the town was a large open space packed with all kinds of spaceships.
Of course, cargo ships were the majority, because this place was full of space rats. Whether they were transporting goods or doing business, cargo capacity was naturally more important.
Two hoverbikes entered through the open rear hatch of a spaceship.
This was Aphra's ship, the Ark Angel. It was a custom-built small armed freighter. The only weapon aboard was a Laser Cannon salvaged from an Imperial escort ship and forcibly installed