After they triumphantly trapped us at the Crushed Courier the seven Trandoshan mercenaries they are chewing us to pieces. In danger of a TPK. Darkest hour so far in the game.
Hate these trandos
Oskara would be willing to help. For a modest fee... 
Try boarding yourself up. Weld the doors shut and weather it out!!!
Oskara is down we're running out of medpacks. The trandos are holding the courier. nobody can reach us since the explosives trapped us here
I still get paid, right?
Time to pull a Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kid (aka Blaze of Glory run):
Oskara is down we're running out of medpacks. The trandos are holding the courier. nobody can reach us since the explosives trapped us here
Flip a destiny point because there must be some med packs stashed awayin the courier...
Bop them on the nose, to establish dominance.
Bop them on the nose, to establish dominance.
That's Bothans. Trandoshans you turn the thermostat right down to make them sluggish and sleepy. 
Scathing tirade time!
"Wow, your eggshells must not have been porous enough to let the proper amount of air in. That would explain why you're so, ah, special."
"I heard your mom let a wookiee sit on her nest, if you know what I mean." (wink wink, nudge nudge)
"You should really let your arms regenerate before trying to lift heavy thin...Oh, those are your normal arms. My mistake. They just look so petite and, never mind."
Scathing tirade time!
"Wow, your eggshells must not have been porous enough to let the proper amount of air in. That would explain why you're so, ah, special."
"I heard your mom let a wookiee sit on her nest, if you know what I mean." (wink wink, nudge nudge)
"You should really let your arms regenerate before trying to lift heavy thin...Oh, those are your normal arms. My mistake. They just look so petite and, never mind."
You know, I have a pair of shoes that look just like you.
My name's Sam. Sam Sassista. I'm a saboteur. But I dabble in assassinations. So you can call me Sam Sassista the saboteur assassin. We'll be working together a lot. 
You know, we used to have a rat problem until he came aboard *gesture at the Trandoshan crewmember*
After eight rounds and a dubiously triumphant medicine check, The trandos are dead. Gotta find a way to the Bantha Can for the other five of them