Re: Part 8 - Frozen assets
While Rhijans discusses old friends with the protocol droid, whose sudden outburst draws some muttering and rolling of eyes from the locals, Shard and Juragga are standing close to the vending machines. The Wookiee suddenly bellows, and starts slapping one palm on the top of the machine. All eyes, at least those belonging to the miners, immediately focus in that direction.
Shard takes the opportunity afforded by the loud distraction to study the terminal.
As the wookie starts to calm down, producing a series of low growls and snarls, the gamblers return their attention to the game, "Well, if we walk, we've got nowhere to go, see? Freighter pilots won't take the scrip, and nor will anybody else outside the mine. So yeah, we'd have to walk, and it's a long way to the city, and when we got there we'd have no money."
Haarmon, apparently feeling sorry for the miners, throws some real credits into the pot. The workers seem to relax a little, and one of them even says, "So, I bet you's stuck here, yeah? Thanks to this stupid computer glitch. They've told us to stop loading until it's sorted out."
The nice gesture of putting actual money on the table is spoiled a few moments later when Haarmon wins the hand and scoops it all back in again, along with even more of the miners' hard-earned, but essentially worthless, scrip.
The droid gives Rhijans a double take and then slumps a little, shaking his head. "Yes, Sir, I am certain he is delighted we met, smiling at us from the hereafter."
He turns to the workers, who continue to ignore him amidst their renewed grumbling about losing to some snot-nosed kid. "Reb's friend, to be sure. So much alike!" He taps a finger to the side of his head.