Ears cocks her head and looks at the blue man. He seems angry. He's playing with the colorful boxes that were so much fun before. Suddenly, inspiration strikes her. He thinks those are his boxes! Fear and a spark of resistance bubble up in her simple mind as he flashes her a murderous, evil look. She hisses in response to the look and picks up the nearest holo and throws it at the blue man, narrowly missing his head. That makes him more angry! With that, she dives for cover past the dormant ASP droid, between the hull and the cargo container nearest her, scampering into a crevice unreachable by someone with humanoid bulk, although probably not safe from blaster fire which her unsophisticated, yet suprising crafty mind had not considered.

Ian's eyes crack open in response to the commotion. Even the dim light of the cargo bay is painful, stabbing lances of fire through his retinas, piercing his throbbing brain beyond. Not only is his head is pounding, his back feels as though it was hammered by a hydraulic droid press. Carefully, he twists ever so gently, so as not to encourage the drumbeat in his head from gaining force, and looks at his back to try to ascertain the source of the pain. A hole about four centimeters in diameter very near the center of his back has neatly penetrated his poncho and the shirt beneath, revealing a black, blue, and very angry patch of exposed skin. The fringes of the ponchos and shirt are melted and scorched around the perimeter of the hole and emit a faintly caustic odor when mixed with the smell of burnt flesh, making him slightly nauseous. The odor also incites the drummers in his skull to play louder than ever. Certainly this could not be a dream, his mind struggles to say, fighting to be heard above the pounding din.

The distinctive sound of the crew door opening distracts Ian from his intense headache and Jarren from his holo gathering. Both pause momentarily as they hear Dex step out and tell someone "I believe everything is in order here. Is there a problem?"

Outside, the lead Stormtrooper of the three that are there with Coozer doesn't reply, he just takes the datapads and begins to review them after a silent, impenatrable stare from beyond his white armored helemet. Coozer is standing there doing his best to look inconspicuous and flashes an appologetic look at Dex as if to say, "What could I do?"

"Sir, I do not see your merchant's licence here." The Stormtrooper continues, droning through his helmet's voice unit in a well-practiced monotone. "If you plan on conducting business on Tatooine, Imperial regulation 106.2-1 requires you to purchase a merchant's license. Licenses are available in this sector at Permit Office in Mos Taike. The Permit office is located within Bo Mercantile." Dex gets the impression that the Stormtrooper has given this speech many times before.

"We will need to quarantine your cargo until you purchase a license." The Stormtrooper hands Dex back the datapads and signals the other two Stormtroopers toward the crew door. The other two step forward, slinging their blaster rifles over their shoulders to free their hands for the ladder.