Enigma: Part 3

Chapter 13

They stopped at on some obscure moon to refuel after about a day flying through space, taking back way Hyperspace lanes. It sucked up a lot of fuel.

"Alright everyone, not a word about the cargo," Synyc reminded them as they congregated in the main area while Evander landed.

"I could just Jedi kind trick them," Jolie pointed out. "Then it won't matter."

Nobody could see Evander's laugh with his back turned, but everyone held back laugher of their own as she kept a remarkably straight face.

Synyc couldn't tell if she was joking so he just shook his head, showing his confusion, and moved on. "I'll go handle the exchange but I need Flint to come. They may not speak basic and I'm gonna need a translator."

"You got it," Flint replied with a thumbs up.

"Everyone else, stay put. Unless shit hits the fan, obviously. Then get those blasters out and be ready to run," Synyc concluded.

Everyone chimed in with nods and agreements as he walked over to the ramp while Evander descended. The moon was tiny with just a small fueling station. There was a small area where it looked like a few beings lived, but there wasn't any sign of other life. No plants, mountains, or water. Just a hard, dusty ground and dim light.

Evander parked in the designated spot and nodded to Synyc, who waved Flint over before letting the ramp down.

"Game faces," Synyc said. "These are usually scams."

Flint took a deep breathe and nodded. "Game faces. Right."

He got flashbacks of all the scams he and Evander needed to pull in order to get by when they were on the run. In a way he understood others who had to live off of fakes and scams of their own. It meant they were desperate. Just like Evander and him were.

A short, stubby looking humanoid walked over as a few others ran over to their fuel pump. The leader crossed his arms and stood in front of them. He spat something in a strange language Synyc had never heard.

But Flint on the other hand...

"He says that they're full service here. The fee is 100 credits," he said simply.

Synyc thought for a moment while the humanoid stood impatiently tapping his foot. "Tell him we say thank you and that we'll give him 50."

Flint repeated the message eloquently in the ancient language, perfectly translating it as if he'd been speaking it his entire life.

The humanoid pursed his lips and wrinkled his brow, then said something.

"70?" Flint asked Synyc.

Synyc nodded. "It's a deal." Then be extended his hand to shake with the humanoid. He smiled a hearty smile of someone who had just gotten away with something and shook Synyc's hand, snatching the credits from the other hand.

Shortly after the others who were filling the tank ran back over. They mumbled somethings angrily under their breathe as they glanced at Flint.

Flint calmly rolled his eyes and walked away. Synyc followed, questioning it.

"What did they say?" He asked in a hushed voice.

Flint shrugged. "Your usual racial slurs," he said as he tapped his pointed ears and gestures to his pale face. "Nobody knows much about my species so they just hate it."

Synyc frowned. "That's awful. I'm sorry, Flint."

Flint smiled. "It's okay. I'm just glad I could help out."