Neb: I do not own Star Wars Resistance

Varkana, a desert planet of merchants and scum and merchants who are also known as scum... Varkana is full of bad people. Which made it a good place for the weapon vendor Teqo to set up shop. It's not that he liked distributing weapons to criminals and bounty hunters, it's that he had no choice due to a certain dept he had to the Crimson Claw. A crimelord who emerged after the fall of the Red Dawn. Teqo would do anything to remove that debt while keeping a low profile, so the humble life as a merchant of a backward desert planet seemed to suit him well. "Hey, ponytail! What does it take to get a decent firearm around here?" Yelled a human with cybernetic parts all over his face. Teqo's most distinctive feature was his ponytail due to it running all the way down his back. He was a Zabrak with five horns on his forehead, tanned skin with orange tribal markings along his body and face. He wasn't a Dathomirian Zabrak or anything, but he still had the ink of one.

"Close Quarters or ranged?" Teqo responded while polishing the fanciest looking weapons that he overcharges. Most of his blasters have the same firing capability and aiming quality, but he doesn't tell his customers that. After all, no harm in being a criminal to criminals.

"Your ranged weapons are shit," the customer responded. "I'll take a look at your close quarters, what do you have?"

"Vibrosword, extendable staff, and stun batons," he responded. "Take your pick."

"Lame," the customer yelled allowed so other people in the market could hear him. "Your technology is outdated! Where are the weapons that fend off blaster fire?"

"What?" Teqo chuckled. "You mean like a lightsaber? Don't think any of those are for sale here."

There are non-lightsaber close-quarter weapons that are just as capable of blocking blaster shots," the customer argued. "I saw a bounty hunter use an ax that could do that not too long ago."

"If you're not buying what I have then get out," Teqo replied as calmly as he could.

"What a shame?" the customer laughed loudly now bringing all eyes and ears on him. "Someone should sell better stuff to put your junk out of business. Oh, wait a minute! I can do that! Come by my shop folks just right across the streets. It's now open with better quality gear and weapons that are much better priced and newer than his junk!" Teqo realized this whole time the man was trying to steal his business. "We got grenades, electro spears, and axes. And much better blades than antique Vibro swords.

"Stop it," Teqo growled as the person smirked evilly at him. Teqo felt his hand lifting in the air as he was ready to kill this man. That was before blaster fire could be heard around the corner. Everyone panicked and Teqo saw a man in a green jacket with an older man and a purple woman run by them with a ball droid.

"How much for the droid?" Teqo's competitor asked them.

"Not for sale," the green jacket guy spoke up as they continued on.

"Offworlders," the competitor mumbled as he went back to his shop.

"Offworlders?" Teqo repeated under his breath. He realized this meant they had a working ship he could stow away on and set up business somewhere else. Maybe he could even make enough money to pay off his debt. Teqo grinned slightly as he grabbed a blaster and strapped it to his belt. He also took one of his extended quarterstaffs and his lockbox with his more personal items. "Eighty percent off everything!" Customers started running up to him left and right before buying his entire stock. They were basically stealing from him with the prices he offered, but he wanted everything gone before he left. When the last thing was sold he went to the docks to hide on the green jacket guy's ship.