"He's the one who referred us to you!" Naguchi exclaimed while Lando Calrissian slowly walked towards the team as he motioned for the trigger happy pair at his side to hold their fire….for now. "Yea, Fett…… listen to your gorgeous friend here." Calrissian words were heard, but Fett could see Lando, the recently married business man, carefully undress Naguchi with his lustful eyes as he still held his hands halfway up in a reluctant sign of surrender.
Fett instantly felt an emotion he had never experienced in his entire life up to this point……jealously….and he knew right away it was a feeling he didn't like. Even though he had crossed paths with the rascal Lando Calrissian countless times in the past without killing him….right now….Fett could blast the bastard's knee caps and watch him bleed out, devoid of feeling a trace something like remorse or sorrow. Not that remorse or sorrow were emotions Fett had ever felt either, but this was something different….this was personal.
The murmurs of sound turned to words as Fett tuned back in to the ongoing conversation while he quickly suppressed his unexpected feelings to the back of his mind.
"So….how many YVH hunting droids do you want?" Fett didn't respond to Lando's question as Naguchi cut in. "Hello!...Fett!...is there anybody under that helmet of yours?" "Do we need more weapons or battle droids?" "No, I've prepared for everything." Fett said flatly, finally responding. Lando's silk half-cape caught the light wind as he turned to leave and said. "Ok then I must go, I have other paying business ventures to attend to." Calrissian was obviously frustrated with the apparent waste of time and for even coming to Concord Dawn in the first place.
Before he left, Lando introduced the mysterious young gunners at his back; they sported matching blasters and had relaxed their previously aimed weapons.
"This is Vashawn Graveston, the local parish's Journeymen Protector….and…. this is Uro Excobar….he's an employee of mine and a novice Jedi." "Uro has my com-link number and he will contact me when our little problem has been properly eliminated." Calrissian gave one last smile to Naguchi and gave a nod to his associate as he hustled back to his awaiting ship….which must have been parked inside, because Fett didn't see another craft sitting outside besides Slave IV.
The old bounty hunter was beginning to second guess his decision to come on this mission at all, now that this Jedi was involved. Fett had a special place in his cold heart for the pure hatred of Jedi. Even though this Excobar character wasn't a full blown Jedi, B. Fett didn't like the idea in the slightest, worse more, he's an employee of Calrissian.
Uro Excobar wore the Jedi customary long dark brown shroud, but he had some rather uncustomary shiny blue crystal-ice studs that pierced the bottom of both his ears. Also unlike other Jedi warriors, he carried the reliable Tendrando Blasters N-16 assault rifle that was still strapped around his shoulder. Fett didn't notice a light-saber that was visible right away, but he was sure the young Jedi punk had one tucked in his belt somewhere under his dress.
Vashawn Graveston's outfit didn't look like anything Fett could remember from his days as a Journeymen Protector. Graveston's black and red coveralls looked about as dirty as the ground they walked on, furthermore his B-16 blaster rifle appeared as if it was a valuable relic from the Clone Wars with a mass of grip tape-with dirt accessory-that was wrapped around the weapon's handle and firing shaft.
B. Fett wasn't pleased at all with having two additions to the squad. Now that there were six team members, he didn't give a womp-rat's hide quarter how the two were getting paid. It didn't matter who he had to blast, their fee wasn't coming out of his cut of the fifty mill.
"Step inside my office" Fett said as Excobar and Graveston started walking towards the rest of the team. The agitated bounty hunter told Naguchi and her boys to wait outside while he had a quick word with the others.
Fett had been confined to interior of Slave IV for just over five days. Even though they had just landed on Concord Dawn, he found himself walking back up the ship's ramp with the Jedi wannabe and the dirty sheriff following closely behind.
As soon as the trio reached the lounge deck, Fett spun around and without wasting a second said "Let's get one thing straight…..this may be your neck of the woods….but…..I'm still in charge...and...don't ever forget it!" "These predators eat pieces of worm ridden filth like you for breakfast….so….watch your own back….because I'm only watching mine!"