You find yourself next to another prisoner, a shemagh around his face, obscuring his features. You push the opening to allow you to see the new arrival, who was still face down. The man beside you glances at you before returning his gaze to the new addition to the camp.
Horace Rad & Drad Kolz
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just a simple freighter captain, transporting supplies to refugee world." Rad said. He glanced at the kid next to him critically.
"Captain Johnathon Farseen, East Tatooine Shipping Company," he said winking. He stepped forward as the line slowly moved."You?"
You see a few men approach the new arrival. They seem to have the intent of robbing the man. One has what appears to be a knife fashioned out of a piece of container and leaves for a handle, the rat-like man holding it scampering slowly toward the prone man.
"Well then, you ought to 'ev said you were a merc. Way you introduce yourself you make someone think you're a mando turncoat" the second man said, letting his hand fall. The two men parted, allowing you by. Continuing down the alley made by the cargo containers, you find yourself in a market of sorts. How this could exist in a prison camp was a testament to the greed of people. Vendor's selling meds, food, smokes, blankets, and more were aplenty.