Most thieves worry about what problems may arise and how to deal with them. Not Mowler. He has one answer for each of these questions. Problems don't matter. Mowler crushes problems with his hammer. The only thing that can interrupt this simple process is an order from his boss, Niles Ferrier.
"Let me put it this way, Mowler. I think, you smash," Ferrier explained.
Mowler grinned with his mouth of sharp teeth and nodded.
"Good. Now, Black Scalp will be in charge of subduing the crew of this fine Corellian Corvette," Ferrier explained, indicating a Trandoshan sporting a black Wookiee pelt over his shoulder.
"Death or slavery will be their only options," Black Scalp intoned.
"Also, Mowler, please try to be careful about where their blood spurts. We don't want to end up with double gravity again," Ferrier cautioned.
"Mowler did not notice, but will crush them on the floor now," Mowler replied.
Sighing, Ferrier continued, "You three will keep watch outside the ship, via cameras and your eyes," he said, indicating an Ubese, a Rodian, and a Human.
"We can let in the cute ones, right?" Black Scalp quipped.
Before Ferrier could react, Mowler swung his fist in a vicious uppercut, lifting Black Scalp off his feet. As Black Scalp flopped to the floor, Ferrier chuckled. Black Scalp quickly leapt to his feet and brandished his claws at Mowler. Pulling out two blasters from hip holsters, Ferrier pointed one at both Mowler's and Black Scalp's faces.
"I can do this without both of you," Ferrier threatened, "Should I?"
Both Mowler and Black Scalp looked down at their feet, visibly restraining themselves.
"Good. The rest of us will be in charge of flying and possibly fighting with this monstrosity. So, let's get to it," Ferrier finished.
Having already disabled security in the bay, Ferrier and a few other fleet-footed pirates made their way silently to the Corellian Corvette's main hatch. Getting it open relatively easy, they slipped into the ship and made directly for a computer terminal. They encountered no resistance because the ship was in for repairs, with most of the crew in town enjoying cantinas and various other forms of entertainment.
The door opened and a startled tech opened is mouth to sound the alarm, but was quickly silenced by a knife to the neck. As he lay on the floor, quietly dying as his blood pooled around him, the ship thieves got to work.
First, they checked all the security cameras, confirming how many people were aboard and where they were. Next, they routed all control of ship systems to their terminal. Finally, they put in a comlink call to the "cleaning crew."
Reveling in the slaughter, Mowler barely took notice of his surroundings. All that mattered was his body, his hammer, and the enemy. They made short work of the crew, suffering only one casualty. Black Scalp was furious, but Mowler shrugged and said he just missed.
Now that the fun part was over, Mowler's thoughts turned to Togoria. He looked forward to riding his mosgoth, and perhaps finding a mate.