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The auction room had been cleared, all that remained was the MagnaGuard, the Devronian, and the very same Gand who [member='Ar'ekk'] had seen at the Pazaak table. It seemed the small alien had managed to outbid the others, standing on the raised platform alongside his new mechanical bodyguard.
"You won't be disappointed in your investment, my friend," the horned smuggler said, slinging an arm around the shorter alien as they looked at the Jedi duo. They had been accompanied by the Noghri, and two other armored aliens in helmeted suits. As Ar'ekk spoke, the Noghri lifted his blaster, nudging it against the apprentice's back as he ordered, "Quiet." Luckily for them, that was essentially Tugoro's plan, for they would have to wait and see how this situation played out. "To prove it, we've brought you two live Jedi!" The Devronian then activated the MagnaGuard, watching as it reached around to its back, grasping its electrostaff, holding it out in a two handed grip.
The dark clothed individual then revealed himself, standing in the doorway with the other armed guards. "Easier than I expected. True Jedi really are a dying breed. Aren't you going to draw your lightsabers?" The man taunted, a rebreather mask fitted snugly over his face.
"You won't be disappointed in your investment, my friend," the horned smuggler said, slinging an arm around the shorter alien as they looked at the Jedi duo. They had been accompanied by the Noghri, and two other armored aliens in helmeted suits. As Ar'ekk spoke, the Noghri lifted his blaster, nudging it against the apprentice's back as he ordered, "Quiet." Luckily for them, that was essentially Tugoro's plan, for they would have to wait and see how this situation played out. "To prove it, we've brought you two live Jedi!" The Devronian then activated the MagnaGuard, watching as it reached around to its back, grasping its electrostaff, holding it out in a two handed grip.
The dark clothed individual then revealed himself, standing in the doorway with the other armed guards. "Easier than I expected. True Jedi really are a dying breed. Aren't you going to draw your lightsabers?" The man taunted, a rebreather mask fitted snugly over his face.