Neb: I do not own Star Wars Rebels, this is just a fanfic I am writing. I hope you enjoy.
A man smiled as he stepped out of the mist on a docking platform. He had rows of horns poking out of his cheeks and tough cracked up skin. The man wore a brown leather Jacket and an eye patch. He also had a blaster pistols at his sides. It looked like it was pulled out of a garbage heap, but was modified by him to be a working blaster. The man grabbed his pistol as several men in black armor charged out of the mist from the other side of the platform.
"Traitor," one of them yelled as he begun firing at the man. The pirate stood still firing as the men in black armor continued to fire at him. "Hold fire!"
"You see, I have shielding in front of me," he smiled. "I'm a Weequay of the outer rim piracy trade. I don't hand off cargo without a few modifications for protection. He moved his hand to his silver gauntlet and pressed a button detonating several explosives around each of the men. "If you don't mind, I'd like to collect." He then lowered the shield and headed towards a black market cargo vessel and pressed a few buttons opening the back. "It's all here," he laughed. From behind him a young man wearing black armor charged at him with a double bladed red inquisitor lightsaber he begun spinning.
The Weequay rolled back and grabbed his blaster and fire at inquisitor who deflected a few shots back at him. Luckily the pirate managed to dodge each of the blasts coming his direction. "You want the plans for finding the Jedi Master right," the Weequay smiled.
"I want your head Prann," the inquisitor growled. He swung his saber, but was knocked back by a few missiles from the cargo vessel. The inquisitor rolled on the ground as he tried to regain his stance, but was shot in the face by Prann right before he recovered.
"The missiles didn't kill you, damn," he grunted. "Carrying defective products then... oh well, I can still sell them to idiots I guess." He grabbed the inquisitor's lightsaber and a few blaster rifles from the black armored men and smiled as he headed to the ship while whistling. "A few damaged products, but I can fix, yes."
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"Ezra! Buddy," an old Weequay grinned.
"Hondo? What are you doing here?"
"I found a new partner, he's here to sell missiles to the rebel forces."
"That's great, what's in it for you?"
"I get a cut for showing him the way to the buyers," Hondo grinned. "Forty percent cut."
"That's a big cut, is your friend trust worthy," Kanan asked.
"Who Prann," Hondo responded. "Yea, I knew him sense he was a kid. He was among my pirates for a little while until he wanted to do his own thing."
"What are you leaving out," Hera growled and Hondo just smiled.
"I am insulted that you would think of me as a traitor."
"Where is Prann," Ezra asked.
"With the cargo my friend. He's out that way, let me show you." Hondo lead the crew to an imperial cargo vessel.
"I thought you'd take me to the rebel fleet Hondo," Prann growled. "Not a small section."
"The rebels are how you say, a trust no one period, type of group," Hondo explained. "Do you understand that you can't bring an imperial vessel to their fleet without it getting shot down."
"They couldn't shoot me out of the sky if they wanted," he sniffed. "Aside from that, do they have enough money for these high quality missiles."
"We've got the money, if your product works right," Hera smirked. Prann glared at her and then begun to laugh.
"We are going to be good friends then," he laughed. "Come inside and get something to eat. I have many stories to tell you."
"Stories, like what," Ezra asked.
"Like the time I was rescued by a Jedi."