“I don’t owe you a thing. The Aurelia Data Cube was mine!”
“You stole it from my sector,” he snarled.
“Your crew cleared those tunnels!” she shouted, clenching her fists. “If they can’t figure out their asses are on fire with a flashlight and three-way mirror, that’s not my problem.”
“Wait a second,” Carl interrupted. “You cleared the tunnels, Ramiro?”
Ramiro crossed his arms. “You’re a trader, Carl. You understand how things work. Maybe my crew had already finished in that sector, but that was my sector. I offered her a generous finder’s fee for the data cube. She refused and then walked into my base and stole it.”
“You lying sack of s**t,” Kayla spat. “Your ‘generous offer’ was five hundred credits and me flat on my back while you tried to figure out how to pilot my speeder.”
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