"Oh yes. A messenger indeed. But family friend... you might say that, Armor boy," The human woman said to the psychotic. Scales crossed his arms and peered at the captian
"We'll be leaving soon, sonny. Gotta load up the cargo and fuel up my boat." The captian said to the storm trooper
"Alright lets get this over with." Scales responded and picked up a crate. He motioned to the armored psycho and the woman in the trenchoat.
"Come on lets go." He said as he walked into the ship
"There's gotta be a better way to make a living"