The young Rodian came flying through the air with almost practiced ease...
his landing was attroicious however, crashing down painfully on a free standing table near Desh's booth. The arms dealers, who had been cagey all night took the oppurtunity to bail outof their seats and race to the rear of the drinking establishment.

The pair of Trandoshian who had thrown the hapless young hunter came over, slowly stalking their mark to recover him and go another round. Desh had other ideas and plan for the young Rodian.

He may as well save something this evening and maybe even make some lost credits back. The two brusiers were surely worth soemthing to the Wookiee cantina owner down the street. Desh grabbed the Rodian by the back of his flight suit collar and spirited him the way the arms dealers had exited.

He dropped the Rodian in an ash heap, and set to work. With luck, the Trandoshians would fall right into his hands. he tossed the still foggy alien a reciever plug.
"Here, find the 'lead' and plug in. I buried it near the door jam."

Doing as he was told, he sifted throught the ash and dust and found a small cable, and attached the reciever.

"Now, come over here and try to look helpless..."

“I’m Grill, by the way.â€￾ the alien blurted out in accented basic.

“Great. If you don’t want to be paste, step back from the door…â€￾ Desh remained non-plaused.

No sooner had Desh ordered Grill back, the Trandoshians both attempted to come crashing out the door. Trandoshian were strong and resilient, but by no means quick or smart. The pair looked like a comedy holo fighting to squeeze through the human sized door. Grill found himself guffawing like a child watching this two pound on each other to get through. His laughter changed quickly when the pair freed themselves and lunged for him.

Desh snapped the remote switch. And an unseen force mashed them to the ground writhing and twitching like dianoga tentacles in hot reactor waste.

“How did you…?â€￾ Grill remained amazed
“Simple enough, it’s an old bounty hunter trick. It’s a grav mat with the safeties off and a remote activator.â€￾ Desh dropped two capsules that began pouring out muddled green smoke; the two Trandoshians fell fast asleep.

“You don’t look like a bounty hunter…â€￾ Grill seemed anxious to get conformation.

“I’m not. I uh, I work for people who need socio-economic equality through exotic technologies.â€￾

“A quarter master for the Rebellion?â€￾ Grill made his version of a smile