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After their armor had upset the stomach of the gigantic Grizzlemous Mons, Scorp and Xerxes decided to follow the advice of an old proverb. "If you can't kill your enemy, join him." Both are now relaxing at the Felineous Mons Resort, famous for it's cats; one which Xerxes had just purchased. The two are sipping drinks as they ask each other deep,
philosophical questions.
Scorp: "Mmm, this Correlian ale is superb!"
Xerxes: "Yes, but I do prefer hot chocolate."
SS: "That's preposterous! Hot Choc-OH! Pizza's here!"
XF: "Ah, good. I'll pay for it."
XF: "Scorp, are you wearing sunglasses when you already have a helmet visor?"
SS: "Oh, I just don't want anyone to know what I look like."
SS: "Hey Xerxes, why is your jetpack connected to you helmet?"
XF: "Well, it's easier to take on and off."
SS: "Oh, I see. What about-"
Chief Mercenary 1: "Hello, Saber Scorpion and Xerxes Fett I presume?"
SS: "Uh, yes. Why do you ask?"
M: "Oh, nevermind that. Prepare to die."
(XF uses the force to ignite his missile on his jetback, killing one of the mercenaries and distracting the rest.)
(SS smacks one of the mercenaries helmets with the pizza, while XF throws his cat on another.)
(XF uses the force to ignite his jetback and move the Mercenary's gun at his own soldier; and also whacks two guards with the umbrella. SS ignites his jetpack while dodging a blaster bolt and uses the force to grab the dead guard's gun.)
(XF's cat viciously attacks one of the Mercenaries; While XF grabs a dead guard's gun with the force. SS partially blocks a mercenary's blaster bolt with the pizza pan; the bolts goes through with diffues harmlessly into his armor. SS, off balance from the shot; takes a few pot shots at the one of the Chief Mercenaries, mostly misses, but enough to knock him off his feet)
(The guard throws the cat onto the roof, while XF manipulates the Mercenary's gun, and also take a few shots at another Mercenary.)
(SS falls to the ground, and a mercenary comes running at him. A Chief Mercenary flies away on his jetpack, while Xerxes uses the force to grab his own jetpack; and shoots SS's asaliant in the back.)
(Another Chief Mercenary flies away, while the last Chief Mercenary takes a misguided shot at SS; as SS tries to force pull the gun out of his hand. XF rushes in, putting on his jetpack as he does so.)
(The two neutralize the Chief Mercenary, an XF rips off his helmet...)
XF: "Hey, this helmet has a jetpack attached to it just like mine. Where did you get it?
M: "I'll never tell!"
SS: "C'mon, this has nothing to do with the storyline."
M: "Oh, uh, at Mandalorian Madness."
XF: "Hmmm, same as me... Who hired you to kill us?"
M: "Oh, that was- HEY! This does pertain to the story! I'll nerver tell!"
SS: "I'll MAKE you tell..."
(But the Chief Mercenary had taken a poison, and lay dead.)
XF: "Bummer."
SS: "Indeed. Well, we'd better get back to our ships."
XF: "Agreed. Wow! Still here, eh chef? Weren't you scared at all?"
Chef: Nah, happens all the time. I used to work at the Mos Eisely Cantina you know. That was nuttin compared to what I'm used to."
SS: "Sure... Meet ya at my ship Xerx."
XF: "Hey, Scorp! You owe me pizza! Blast, he's gone..."
Chef: "That'll be 20 credits."
XF: "Ok, do you have change for a one hundred? That's the only kind of money I have. (and he grumbles "That's the only money they make...")
Chef: "Sorry, I don't have any change."
XF: "Sithspit! Ripped off again."
(over the intercom in XF's helmet)
SS: "Hey XF, this is SS. Our ships are gone, those thugs must have stolen them. Fortunately I have a tracer in mine, and we can follow it tho wherever they hid it."
XF: "Copy that SS. Mine has a tracer also. Hmmm, checking... Mine has been taken to Cortheca. How about yours?"
SS: "Same place. I guess we should rent a ship and go there eh?"
XF: "Ya, you go ahead; I'll meet you at Junkheaps Rental Ships."
SS: "Ok, see ya."
XF: "Bye." "C'mon kitty, let's go..."
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