His eyes widen, then in an instant he's drawing his own blaster while diving behind a pile of rusting junk with surprising speed for someone so large and ungainly-looking.

"Always sad to see such a pretty face on the back of a Blue Milk carton," he snarls as he pulls the trigger.

Melonie staggers back at the impact, her first real experience with pain dulled by adrenaline and anger. "You... sleemo!" she yells, raising her blaster again, free hand pressed to the painful score on her side. "You shot me!"

She aims, just like on the range, clicks the setting to stun (almost against her will) and fires.

Vic explodes from his hiding spot blaster in hand. The barrel of his trusty sidearm pointing the way.

He enters the scene a moment too late, Mel begins to point her blaster, but she isn't decisive enough as she telegraphs her intentions, the Weequay fires first.

"Your under arrest, for..."

He pulls the trigger sending a blaster bolt glancing off the Weequay's hand. He drops the weapon in pain.

"...impersonating Kaijac officials... And under code... Are liable to be held under the Bounty code sub section... And for the attempted murder of the Miss-es here!!!"

He snarls out to "not so big anymore Vic" as he runs full tilt towards the Weequay in an attempt bullrush him.

The muffled sounds of a gunshot from inside the ship is all Shishi needs to spring into action. He leaps out of his hiding spot and lets fly with a shot from X1 his pistol. "Come on you three, get those two weequay now" he screeches.

With a series of loud cracks the energy bolts streak up the loading ramp and slam into the two guards. The blinding flash confusing them briefly as they try to react quickly to this unexpected assault. Following the Blaster fire up the ramp clangs the three little Droids, wrenches in hand they reach the top before the weequay can react.

Rip, his eyes squeezed shut from the blinding flash, nonetheless draws his blaster through sheer muscle memory and roars "Boss, it's a sliggin' honeypot!"

Then he rears back and throws a punch towards the clanging sounds coming up the ramp, grateful that he always had his bronzium knuckles on in case of trouble. However, instead of being rewarded with the feel of metal on flesh his bronzium knuckles rebound off of metal. Then, he hears a quiet mechanical voice calmly state: "Ow."

"Rip you moron, shoot droids, don't punch 'em!" Tear follows his own advice, unloading his blaster pistol at short range into the wrench-wielding threats.

"Ow." "Ow." "Ow." "Ow." "O-shutting dowwwww-"

Two droids shut down, sliding off the ramp and leaving only one left. Taking advantage of the brief respite, Tear slaps Rip. "Oi, there more of them down here, so sharp up until the boss gets here and we can leg it!"

Kara slides into some light cover in one of the bays recesses, and fires at Rip. The slugthrower's sound is a stark contrast to the blasters being used by the rest of fighters in the bay. But the round finds its mark just as well as a blaster, "Hit one!" Kara calls to Shishi. Trying to duck into slightly better cover, before the Weequays returned fire.

Big Vic, staggers under the stun bolt. "Oh, you're gonna regret-"

He cuts off when his hand is suddenly winged by a laser blast that was NOT on stun.

Big Vic shakes his hand, growls and pulls out a vibroknife as he turns to face the new aggressor. "Big Vic isn't about to go down to some midget Wook and his pet tart!" Crouching low, he swipes at Little Vic with his blade. However, Little Vic is used to this and easily jumps over the swipe, though this gives Big Vic a chance to settle into a combat stances while he reconsiders his position.

(And again)

Melonie takes careful aim, a litany of 'don't hit Vic, don't hit Vic, don't hit Vic' in the back of her mind. It works too well and she only catches Big Vic's knife hand, instead of a more solid hit. It's enough to knock the blade out of his grip, though.

"Grab his weapons!" she shouts to Real Vic. "Give up, Jerk! You're done!"

He flinches momentarily as the stun bolt wizzes close by.

Almost forgot about her. Tough dame to just shrug that off.

He dives for "Vic's" gun just as he drops his knife.

He rolls up, both blasters pointed directly at the Weequay's face, mere inches from his nose.

"Listen you peice of rotten shizz, I'm not going ta tell ya again. Your under arrest! Make a fragging move and I'll put a hole in your head so nasty it could stunt double for a rancor's *******!!!"

The butt of the Weequay's gun suddenly slams into his teeth, catching him off guard from the very voracity and violence of Vic Verno's viciousness.

"Ahhh holy space slug in the stars does that feel so much frelling better!!! Whooo hoooo!! Shizz man, you ever get that feeling when someone pissess you off so fraggin badly, you just gotta beat the frelling piss out of them?!?!"

Victor J. cracks his neck and exaggeratedly stretches his shoulders out. Almost dancing from foot to foot.

"...And it's your own felling gun, I'm going to beat you to death with your own frelling gun hahaha, for an inflated parking fee, you're going to get frelling beat the frag up with your own gun..."

He waves the gun in his face taunting him.

"Ok now you owe me twice punk, I ain't no felling loan shark so payments due now. I'll take the money you swindled earlier, and that just now, you owe me for knocking some **** sense into you, cause you ain't got none... You need to thank me for the lesson and apologize to the Ms. here, as she was just trying to have a polite conversation about your rudeness earlier. Your not going to be pulling guns on lady's no more, call me old fashon but that ain't too nice... So you do that again I'm gonna cut you fragging fingers off you here me!!!!!"

He starts off in a simmering anger that eases into mocking and insipid politeness and ends in spittle flecked rage.

"But that don't cover your debt, I'm not a loanshark but I do take interest... Your gonna pick up those felling teeth there, and if you root around and you don't find any, I'll take those two loose ones right there."

His rage subsides into an eerily looming calm. He tilts his head and gestures with the Weequay's own gun at two front teeth one of which seems rather crooked now.

"Yea I'm serious I'm gonna be needing those... "

He scratches his head with his Lancer and smiles.

"... And we are going to have to do something about your name... I'm the only Vic, you understand me, the ONLY one... This town ain't big enough fer the both of us."

The force of the blow sits the thugboss down on his rump hard, and The Weequay Formerly Known As Big Vic spits teeth in disbelief. "You're crazy. You're flippin' mental!" He scoots away from Vic until he hits a wall, and holds his hands up. "Alright, alright! Geez, she pulled on me first!" He sounds almost sulky for a moment before realizing exactly what Vic is asking for. The weequay shoots a pleading look at the 'she' in question. "Look, I'll give you all your creds back, just...chain your friggin' miniwook!"

"Weapons and credits on the ground," Melonie orders, feeling a bit shaky but trying to keep her voice steady. "And tell the others to stand down!"

"I'm sorry... I'm going to have to insist, I promised her a new pair of earrings. It's really up to her..."

He empties his pockets, revealing 150 credits and change, plus a pair of bronzium knuckles and another, smaller knife. "There! Grife!" He starts coughing suddenly as he slumps back against the wall. "Dammit, I thought you said only the boarding ramp filters were busted!"

He takes out a comm with a groan. "Rip, Tear, put 'em down. We're done."

Back out on the ramp, Rip and Tear freeze as their bosses voice comes over the commlink, then toss their weapons on the ground with looks of disgust.

"I fargin' knew it," Rip grouses.

"Now apologize to the lady! Don't put that com down, let your buddies hear..."

Not-so-big Vic grimaces, and says "Sorry, uh...Miss Tarkin."

Outside, Shishi and Kara watch the two thugs with their arms up sigh in irritation. THey don't get very long to enjoy the spectacle, however, as they soon hear from behind them "Spaceport security! Drop those weapons!"

Vic pushes the beaten man out of his way and scoops up the loot.

He hears the security shout and groans in irritation.

"Well frag me this ain't the shizzhole spaceport I thought it was, they gots themselves some lawmen! Mel I thinks you got this I'll be right back"

He dumps his Lancer and loot into a smuggling compartment. Vic's other blaster still hidden in his sock.

He hands Mel the Weequay's blaster and whispers in her ear.

"Loose your gun toots, in case questions are asked he pulled a gun on you, I surprised him... Charm those fragging cops, but don't say too much kapeesh?"

He turns back to the bleeding alien.

"Play nice, and play your part and we'll decline pressing charges"

"Why don't we just knock him out and seal him in here?" Mel whispers. "The panels are hidden."

"Certainly could, but how do we explain our buddies outside? If there are cameras they'll be able to figure out we shot first. However no one's dead, or even gravely hurt, so no frelling paper work for those coppers... We just gotta decline to press charges..."

Shishi holsters his pistol and turns to face the new arrivals with arms out wide to show no ill intent. "This could be interesting" he whispers to Kara before addressing the security.

"Good day officers, how can we assist you?"

Kara drops the pistol and turns towards where the spaceport security was approaching from. She decides to wait to see how they respond to Shishi before doing anything further. She also keeps an eye on Rip and Tear now in the corner of her vision.

Melonie stashes her pistol too, in one of Shishi's parts containers scattered around the hold, before heading for the ramp and the voices of the security personnel. She clutches at her bleeding side and Big Vic's blaster and tries to look wounded and pretty. The wounded part is easy, the pretty part is made challenging by her bloody hand, so she decides to settle for wounded and sympathtic.

Vic winks at her and his face stiffins, doing his best to look fearful and worried instead of jubilant and triumphant.

"Listen you can keep you teeth if you play along, you don't need cops do you? If so I'll throw you to them... But I think we both are better off slipping out of this one, as few questions asked the better"

He snarls at "Beaten Vic".

"Follow me you two stay just outside the door of the ship, shut it and lock it behind you... That way they needed a warrant to search."

He runs out of the ship waiving his hands in the air in mock panic.

"Help! Help! We got an injury!"

Three security guards in heavy padded armor walk up, their helmet visors hiding their eyes. They have blaster rifles in their hands, but are keeping them pointed at the ground. For now.

The lead officer, a human man, points a finger at Shishi. "Don't get cute with me, citizen. We heard blaster fire coming from-"

He cuts off as Melonie limps up With Vic right behind her.

"Right, then," He points his weapon at Shishi and Kara. "You two are under arrest, pending invest-"