Truz immediately threw his arms up vertically into the air, gesturing forfeit. "I didn't mean anything by it, I swear!" he exclaimed.
"Well, watch it," the Quarren said coldly. "You must be the new guy. We've heard of you"
"Oh, really, well…" Truz was curtailed.
"What are you wearing, washing rags? Ugh, kid, you're not going to make it anywhere in those. I'll lend you one set of clothes, but don't think it makes us friends. If the day comes where the price is on you, I won't hesitate to blast your green behind into the outer rim. I don't joke around!"
"Well, thank you," Truz replied, "I appreciate your help, but you don't have to give me clothes. I think I'll be…" he was stopped again.
"This isn't Rodia, kid! Look, don't make all of look bad by running around in a washcloth! Just here, come with me"
The Quarren returned his blaster into its holster on his waist, and went to the door of the adjacent apartment and put in his keycard. Truz finally was able to calm down a moment and recollect. He looked at the Quarren, with a grey suit and jacket, worn by age and fit for a smuggler. His face was characterized by the four tentacles around his mouth. His sandy skin color was complemented by the deep, azure color of his sapphire eyes. His head was nearly triangular, its sides curling like gills. All together, his face appeared like a squid.
As the door opened, the Quarren didn't even glance at Truz, simply looking into his apartment. Truz asked, under his breath almost, "Who are you?"
"I am your new neighbor, and the name's Vecker. Vecker Sllus, to be exact. Down in 901 is a Zabrak pilot named Sayla Aador. Next over is me, then you, then in 904 is a Bith droid programmer gone AWOL named Tisilan Cor'chil. He lives with some Verpine guy who never seems to leave their place, I don't know his name. Next over is a Kreevaki old geezer named Visto, and next to him in 906 is an Ithorian beast tamer. He makes a mess of the place. Before you, there was this Xexto bounty hunter in your spot, but he got fried on a kill job going after some Empire regional thug. It happens, we'll all go at the hands of those empire sleezebags in a matter of time."
Vecker stepped into his apartment, which seemed as grimy as Truz' except it had a bed and a plastisteel case at the end of the bed, which Vecker opened, to pull out a blue jacket and black clothes, which he tossed at Truz. "There you have it. Consider it a gift, but remember, this doesn't mean we're friends, or brthers, or anything like that. I'm just giving you a start because I don't need anymore blaster fire in the hallway, that's all"
"Understood," said Truz. He thought of Vecker as a friend anyways. Truz had just noticed, beyond Vecker's case, was a pile of blaster rifles.
They both stepped out, and Vecker proceeded into the elevator and down the building. Truz began to look around at the doors of the ninth floor, and thinking up vivid illustrations about what the people inside might look like. He failed to realize he was in a Coruscant slum, and not the central hub, where the humans were.