Lone Wolf
On the drive to Chase, Talo debated on what way to handle this as this situation was of his own doing. The Mandalorian considered intimidation, Chase seemed like the type to fold under pressure... but with his boys there, his confidence was most likely to feed off of him and so, Talo thought of something else - force. He wouldn't kill him or anyone else, but if Chase wanted to pipe up, Talo would quickly fix that attitude.
When they arrived, Talo matched Shai's speed, accompanying her over to Chase. As he watched the two's exchanged, he stayed quiet and subtly scanned Chase's boys to see how they were reacting. With all their attention focused on Shai and Chase, Talo used it as an opportunity to set his blaster to stun and when things seemed like they would come to a head as Chase's goons slowly reached for their blasters...
The rapid shots of stun bolts blared passed Shai and Chase, within seconds the collective thuds of the goons' bodies dropping to the floor filled the bried seconds of silence. Talo had fast draw'd them. Without saying a word, the Mandalorian brushed passed Shai and gripped Chase by the collar, scruffing it up as he did so. Talo's T-visor glared into Chase's soul as he began to speak "You don't want me as an enemy, Chase." he threatened with a cold tone "Your information wasn't worth nearly enough the amount you owed her. If you want to keep your legs, I suggest you don't waste my time and give her her money." Talo demanded, his grip tightening around Chase's collar as he spoke. Talo brought the Nautolan closer to his helmet as he would heed one final warning to him "If I don't see the credits in her account within a month-- no, a week. We'll be back."I'll be back. before tossing him back to his swoop bike and then stunning him unconscious.
After putting the fear of, whatever God Chase worshipped, within him. Talo turned round, making his way back to the speeder and as he passed Shai he asked "Now, about that beskar you had? Also, how much do you want for this pulse rifle? I'll let you keep my WESTAR." while pointing at the rifle, still on his back, with his left thumb. Despite his mistrust of others, he was starting to warm up to the Shistavanen.
Shai Maji