FSE

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Wars had stopped, at least as far as the media would tell, and years after the destruction of the last Death Star, there had been a low demand of new troops so most people that worked in that field were forced to wander between one planet to another and have a not so proficient lifestyle. Without new missions, the force started to break down. It could be a strategy for the federation to decrease the resistance to a new war, but no one knew for sure. Conjectures were so broad in scope or so planet-shaking, some even turned into predictions.

One planet had gathered a lot of the good and bad people together. A small spacecraft landed nearby. Nobody turned their heads despite the strenuous noise. It took a while to see the hatch open, and a small creature stepped out. He dusted off his vest and walked up to the counter and pay for a refuel. The man behind it couldn't see more than the tip of two blue furred ears before turning the chair around and standing up. Though he resembled a fox, those species were long extinct and evolved to different variations. His moderately long muzzle was tipped with a whiskered black nose and big golden eyes behind it. Despite the animalistic appearance, he lacked a tail.

"Great, another one of those fuzzy critters. I hate those." The bearded man behind the counter grumbled to himself.

Ignoring the comment, he grabbed his computer and narrowed his eyes, typing in and ready to make the transference. "How long is gonna take to fuel up go-go ship?"

"Give me about an hour. Maybe more."

Refueling ships was not the only concern of the worker. Since the last shortage of fuel, there was only one company producing it, and was not entirely legal operating without their permission. Needless to say, the station was not authorized in any way to sell it, so he had to make sure that it wasn't a cop or someone that would give him away. How? Well, the inside of a ship always said a lot about the person flying it.

"Kay. Be back later then, yep."

The short, bipedal alien tossed the keys onto the counter too, walked off and checked out the credits he had left. If he didn't find some sort of income soon, he will not have enough to eat for a few days. As a tinkerer and trader, who ever imagined that it wouldn't be a proficient job? With all the spaceships and people needing different pieces around the galaxy there should be a high demand but unfortunately it wasn't the case, because the more proficient a job was, the more people that wanted to get in it.

He wandered around the place, holding onto his backpack and avoiding many of the small groups of people that were standing near corners and piles of metal trash.

Far from politician regulations, those that were not worried about their own safety ended up in crowded areas with expectations of finding a fight or starting one. If the laws were not the same for every planet in the galaxy, Thirms would be very popular. Strip clubs as far as the eye could see, the best weapons and that old aspect of abandoned streets between enormous scraps of metal and not a single star nearby to give the planet a natural light. Wanted hologram signs showed a new face every two hours with a bounty, and often the steps of boots resonated nearby.

Thirms had one of the most popular stations, which was the only reason he made a stop in there, and crossroads for multiple trade routes that had all started with a bar and service depot. A place to relax for a while, refuel the ship and see the news, but its location and prices soon saw growth. Somehow it managed to remain a favorite place for cargo haulers, vacationers, long distance travelers and those that soared the space in search for trouble or a new opportunity. Home to many, end of the road for some.

Curiously stopping in front of an hologram wanted poster, his face lit up when he saw the amount of bounties and what they were offering. However, he didn't have the physique or utensils to fight the vast majority of creatures all over the galaxy. While he barely made it up to three feet tall, there were aliens that could be a scary height of ten feet or more and he was used to it. Regardless, he pulled out his personal computer that was only two pieces on each end with the keyboard on the new hologram between them to write down some information about the faces on that panel.

The first one he saw was a human; a species that got his attention. In the hologram, the man had a bruised eye and was bleeding from one side, although that photo of the subject was listed as being taken three years ago, so he knew the target could differ from the picture. It didn't show a name but was wanted for robbery, trespassing on various properties, murder, kidnapping and being a member of the resistance. Judging by the 20.000 credits bounty on his head, the human was extremely dangerous.

Next up was someone that looked almost completely mechanical. The bounty was not so great but if he could hunt down something he had a chance in a fight with; that was the one. So when he tried to look up a bit more of information, all of a sudden, he felt a strong bump at his left shoulder that made him drop his device to the ground. It turned off but luckily didn't break.

"Hey!" His gold eyes narrowed. "Watch where going, you bet!"

As he crouched to pick up the device, he barely turned his head to see a group of tall men not even noticing him. They had started to wander off, all except one that influenced by the rest of the group put a foot on the computer before the short alien could get his fingers around it.

"Leggo, sleemo! Just fixed datapad three days ago! Better not break!" He said, trying to pull on it but lacking the strength to even do that.

"You are lucky that's so fucking outdated. I doubt I will get more than five credits for it. Keep that trash." The larger man pulled his foot away after taking a look at the computer.

He had seen, on sixth-forms visits to this planet, how violent people could be, and it aroused him an instinctive sympathy for the victims but sometimes he was a bit too intimidated to do anything. With a sigh, he tucked his computer inside his backpack and kept walking around, until he stopped in front of a bar. It was hard to recognize as such with all the eye catching lights and noise from inside.

Due to his size, he had to reach up his gloved hand really high to be able to open the door. The place was well filled with a crowd of patrons. He seemed to have stumbled in during the busiest season of the year. An important amount of big, tall aliens were sitting in front of the bar, carrying their weapons like they didn't care who saw it, and drinking huge mugs of beer. There were about twenty or thirty tables in the room, each seating from two to eight people.

A bartender noticed the passed out Shistavanen on a table, who likely had too many and now couldn't even stand on his own. Their appearance was that of a lupine, with a pronounced muzzle, big predatory teeth, and because of that they were nicknamed wolfmen by most. The bartender directed a young looking boy who was waiting on customers at the table to try sending him out. After that, he noticed the newcomer and put down a glass before asking.

"Hello, what would you like?"

"Ehm... Fruity drink, not matter what kind."

The bartender raised an eyebrow, then turned to mix something up and put it on the table in a questionably clean glass.

"There you go."

Before even taking a sip of the orange liquid, he asked. "Sullust is how long trip from here?"

"Depends what kind of ship you are piloting. I would say an average of half a day."

A sudden strenuous sound cut the conversation short, and he didn't even have time to taste that drink before turning to see that Shistavanean stumbling in direction of where the boy was trying to lead him, tossing a few glasses from other patrons and a few empty chairs in the way. After reaching the door, the wolfman turned and growled, wanting to stay and have another drink, so pushed the boy back and tried to walk up to the bar.

"Whooossss gonna get me a drink, huh? No one's telling me to stop. I pay for it, damn it." The drunk alien almost shouted.

Someone who had witnessed the scene stood up, grabbing the man by an arm and dragging him out back to the exit.

"Working for them, huh? Let me go at once!" The lupine snarled, then stopped. "Wait a moment, I ssseen your face. "

With a shove, the wolfman was out, landing on his ass and trying to glance up at the larger man. "You a drinking pal, no? You were here drinking too! Don't let me out here, I will buy you a drink!"

Rolling his eyes, the large reptilian creature turned back inside and slammed the door shut. He didn't look like someone that worked there, considering that he went back to his seat and continued drinking.

People were surprised that it didn't end up in a fight, and the bartender acknowledged that stranger with a nod.

"Big guy. Makes good bouncer, you bet." Said the short alien after finally tasting that drink.

"He doesn't work for me. However, he doesn't like disturbances."

"Noticed this, yep..."

Soon the alien was curious about the stranger instead of afraid. He stared at him like a child who had forgotten all the lines during the Christmas pageant, especially when he was noticed too. His short fingers trembled a bit, then turned around to face away and kept drinking his beverage.

In order to distract himself, he used his computer, reading the notes he wrote earlier until he felt a shadow over him and glanced over his shoulder.

It was that reptilian man, standing behind him for some reason. He glanced up at the clothes the other was wearing. They looked fine to him, just an ordinary traveling uniform. A lot of people were wearing the same thing, except for those ready to visit cold planets, so it didn't stand out so much.

Lifting an arm over his head, the reptile grabbed something from his back. It caused a small ruckus because the people behind him could see what he reached out for, but the short alien wasn't aware of that.

With a loud thud in front of him, and the reptilian's arm stretched out over his shoulder, he followed it with his gaze from shoulder to wrist and felt a bit uneasy seeing what was across the counter. It was a long, white rifle, something he had only seen imperial guards using, and only the strong ones too since that thing was heavy. He didn't dare guess the name and get it wrong, so he only stared for a few seconds in silence, wondering why the reptilian suddenly showed him such a weapon.

"Whatta place you got this?"

Pulling the nearest stool over, the reptilian sat down next to the blue critter and removed his hand from the rifle before ordering a beer.

"Wouldn't want t' ruin the surprise. Anyway, yah are a squib, right?"

"Oh yeah, squib, yep. That I am."

"Do yah like what yah see?"

The squib wasn't sure what the other male referred to, but felt a slight embarrassment when he found himself debating between the gun and the reptilian after he was asked that question.

"Ehm... yeah. But too big for me."

"I'm not tryin' t' sell it. In fact, it doesn't work. I know yah guys are good with tinkering and the like. Maybe yah could do me a favor and see if it can be repaired?"

"Not free. And here only for fueling ship. Lacking tools. And not gonna stay long, nope."

"Yah recognized it, though." The reptilian said, before taking a sip of his drink. "So do me the favor. I will pay yah. How much money would yah need me t' transfer?"

"Recognize the gun, yep. But I said not tools here. Important."

"That is not a problem. I have tools at my workplace not too far from here. But I need t' know if yah are gonna help me."

Deliberating what he should do, the squib took another quick glance at the rifle as he put his lips around the straw in his glass and sucked the juice. He needed the money but that was not a weapon he or anyone without the authorization should put their hands on. Not many people knew that rifle was so valuable, hence why the reptilian could parade it around like a regular weapon, but he did... and so did the other male. So who was he?

"Awright. Will follow you and talk about credits, yep."

His curiosity was big, and he paid for the drink before hopping off the tool and stared up at the reptilian, watching him pick up the rifle again with extraordinarily ease. But that man was large, big and with nice muscles so fit the bill of someone that would be assigned that weapon... under the right circumstances.

"Sandio is the name." The squib said, holding out a hand for the introductions.

The reptilian looked at his hand which was bigger than the squib's own head, and grinned with amusement before slapping it against the offered and much smaller one. Sandio's hand could barely cover up the male's palm. Good thing it wasn't grabbed with more than just a few fingers.

"Sagi."

After that, the reptilian walked Sandio out and pulled the hoodie over his head before taking a few steps in the opposite direction where the squib came from.

That area was much darker, and a lot of people who looked like they had not eaten anything for days were checking the piles of garbage scattered around the street. It was like the suburbs, but he moved next to Sagi, feeling safe near the much taller male.

"So... what alien is Sagi?"

"Me? I am not an alien. Well, depends on what yah mean with that. I am a crocodile. Nothing out o' the ordinary."

"Crocodile, huh? Heard that is Earth thing, yep."

"People tell me that but can't be too sure."

"And what work you do?"

"Yah will find out soon."

They stopped in front of a tent, and the crocodile pulled it open to let Sandio in. If he had not seen the big male acting the way he did at the bar, he would have hesitated to enter. It could be a trap. Then again, it wasn't like he had a bounty on his head or that squibs made fine meals, so he carefully stepped in and looked around.

"Woah. Lots of stuff."

The first thing Sandio was aware of upon coming inside the large tent was that it didn't seem a place that was there for long. A couple worktables were full with various tools and there were a few of unorganized piles of scraps. What caught his attention more were the two ships in the corner. These were small space ships, with a capacity of two people, although a lot of pieces were missing and it didn't seem like would be easy to get them working again.

"Metal work, yep?" Guessed Sandio.

"Amongst other things."

The crocodile grabbed back the long rifle from his back and put it down on the nearest worktable after pushing aside some of the scrap.

"Anyway, I really want t' see if I can get this baby workin'."

Since the squib accepted the task, he nodded and dropped his bag in front of him while he squatted down and searched for his computer.

"A second." He looked up for the name, to make sure it was the one he had in mind. Then, as his small fingers caressed the screen, he was able to find a work sheet. It had everything he needed to know about the gun... except for one thing. "Oh no."

"Hmm? What is the matter?"

"Missing information. See, where it says name here... it's blurred."

The squib showed one important part of the fabrication of the rifle, which was incomplete. Probably wasn't safe leaking out such information to everyone.

"What can we do, then?"

"Will have an idea, yep." The small male moved over to one of the ships and stuck his head in. "Must see if this thing still here."

Sagi approached the squib and held the ship's door open, looking inside too.

"Need any help?"

"Yep. These cables go off. I can't."

"Here." He grabbed all the cables together with a hand and one pull was enough to have them off the front panel. Afterwards, the squib picked them up along with the thing it was still attached to and walked up to the table that was still a bit too big for him, placing the item on top.

"This help."

"Alright..." He wasn't sure how a battery will help but he let the squib work his magic.

Grabbing a stool and pulling it over the desk table to stand on it, Sandio started removing a few things and securing others. After a few minutes, he tried to hold the rifle up but turned to look at the one with enough strength.

"Here. Try now."

It was a fast work, the crocodile was surprised. He spent hours trying to figure out how to get that weapon fixed and the squib didn't need long. What could he have possibly missed? Slowly, he stepped up to the table and picked up the rifle, checking it from both sides and getting a nod of approval from the squib.

"Are yah sure?"

"Positive. Yep."

"Huh. Alright." First he needed a target. Shooting the wall wouldn't be a good idea. When he held the rifle over his shoulder, he pointed to a small robot prototype and pulled up the switches that turned on some lights on the weapon.

"Shoot." The squib said after moving to safety behind the larger male. "Go, go."

What was the worst that could happen? With a shrug of his shoulders, the crocodile aimed and put his finger on the trigger, hesitantly pressing on it. Suddenly, a large laser flew out toward the target and created a small explosion. He didn't expect such a strong 'retroceso' and was forced to step back.

Sandio wasn't fast to react when the crocodile finally fired and saw him moving back toward him. Luckily for him that heavy tail was out of the way but that big ass below hit him right in the face. He didn't have a long muzzle, and his hands reached up to grab the large male by the legs to try pushing himself off... at first.

While the crocodile was amazed that someone fixed the weapon, without even aware that he had the squib's face between his asscheeks, Sandio slowly subdued to the overwhelming feeling of being helpless at the same time his face kept sinking into the mounds of that ass like quicksand. Breathing was difficult but he could still manage. Plus, he was breathing in the crocodile's smell through those pants too, and was delightful. Almost like in a trance, he didn't say a word, until his ears perked up when he heard the male speaking to him.

"Can't believe yah got it workin'. Woah." He hefted the rifle and turned his head to look for the squib, who was fast to move away from Sagi's ass without getting caught.

There was a blush on the squib's cheeks and ears, and he knew it because he felt a heating sensation on his face. When he glanced up at the larger male, he nodded and stammered a bit.

"Y-yep. P-pie easy."

"We didn't talk about the payment, though. I don't have a lot o' credits but let's see..." The crocodile walked to a small safe box and bent to open it. "Let's negotiate. How much would yah like?"

Sagi yearned to know, though the fact that Sandio had other thing in mind now didn't help to come up with a number. There was a small silence before the squib's eyes moved to the sight of the crocodile's ass, again feeling a bit nervous and swallowing once. Credits or fulfilling his lust; what would be the best payment?

"N-negotiations, yep. I suggest onething." The squib confirmed, rubbing an arm as he moved closer to the male and almost shakily he moved his fingers to grab the other's pants. "Could do a favor for a favor?"

"Uh-huh." Sagi mumbled, freezing with a hand inside the safe box and glancing over his shoulder at the male.

Sandio looked up and grinned, his shaky hands pulling down the crocodile's pants in one quick motion. Then he rubbed his furred fingers over that smooth ass, the scent intoxicating him. He felt a bit weak but he couldn't let himself collapse. He needed it, the taste of that ass he had buried his head in.

The safe box was closed again since the squib wasn't asking for credits, and perhaps that was for the best because he wasn't loaded. Instead, Sagi rested both hands on top of it and bent over further to stick out his ass for the other male. It was hard to resist, even if he was a top in this kind of situation.

As the squib's small hands pulled both asscheeks apart, he bit his bottom lip at the sight of that hole before slipping his tongue in. He rimmed the larger fellow roughly, his tongue burrowing into the passage with the same ferocity as any other tongue the crocodile might have allowed in. Sagi's eyes were rolling back, and he grabbed his wrist to keep it down against the safe box as he arched. He was sure the squib had done it before, the feeling was hard from unpleasant, rough but firm, and his dick had gotten a bit hard inside his low hanging pants.

Sagi wasn't sure if it was the particularly wonderful feeling of the tongue in him, or the time he had been deprived from sex, but both reasons were reasonable.

It clearly was the ass of someone that didn't like to bottom. He could tell. With each small lick and attempt to push in deeper, there was an instinctive clenching reaction but it didn't bother him. After a few minutes, his hands were getting too weak to hold the strong pair of assets spread. However, he kept going. He wasn't going to stop until he drained all his energies.

"Mmmf... fuck. I see yah got other skills."

The squib couldn't reply to that remark. Too busy having his tongue dancing inside that big ass and feeling the pressure of the crocodile's tail over his head. Both of his ears were folded back, trying not to make much noise and focus solemnly on eating out Sagi's ass but he failed.

Needing to breathe, he pulled back for a moment, watching how his saliva glistened that pucker before him and admiring it. When he was about to go back on licking it, he felt a hand on his head that kept him from leaning in.

"Now I got another problem that needs t' be fixed." He said, spinning and leaning back against the safe box, peeling off his pants and showing the size of his dick.

It was a nice endowment, about nine inches, which for someone that didn't stand taller than four feet would be a lot to handle.

"Get back t' lickin'."

Sandio tentatively did as was told, slowly dragging his tongue against the crocodile's erection, tongue shuddering to the taste - not an unpleasant texture, but so different from what he was used to - quickly getting rather into it. His lust filled brain disregarding all those insistences that he was not going to be able to be the bottom for this. He breathed deep, warm breath wafting over the crocodile's cock, rubbing the engorging shaft's underside with his nose, letting it rest atop his short muzzle, an eager cocksucker.

His lips part when the crocodile impatient for a bit more than some licking, eliciting another grunt from him as he hugged the crimson length in front of him and kissed the tip, then he tried his best to open his mouth and attempt to suck on it. Grazing a stray tooth with the odd angle he was going for, soon he found a way to wrap his lips around the head and closed his eyes. Sandio stomped a foot on the ground to suppress a cough, only marginally successful, digging his fingers around the thick dick the best he could as he was assaulted with the unique taste of another male's erection, his tongue subconsciously lapping, grinding and swirling against the warm, throbbing meat, trying and failing to hook around its impressive girth.

It wasn't going to get too deep, both of them knew that. The crocodile didn't mind either having only the first couple inches sucked. Sandio was trying to grind his nose closer to the croc's crotch, encouraged by the musk scent but still unable to take the whole thing in without some extraordinary effort - needing to suppress his gag reflex elsewhere. Eventually he bobbed his head back and forth, leaving the first few inches a sopping mess as he massaged the rest with his fingers, not quite as luxurious as those with bigger fingers, but doing their job nonetheless.

Taking a breath, the squib felt himself being pulled down on the member, the thickness opening his lips and with a little extra push from his eagerness, he felt it hit the back of his throat, though wasn't difficult that something larger than a lollipop would make it happen. He attempted to make a sound of content but only achieved constricting his throat slightly, vibrations running up around it over the crocodile's member. He was focused, and wasn't paying attention to his surroundings; his only thought right was pleasuring the dick in his mouth and the man it was connected to.

Eventually the squib pulled out, and glanced up again at the croc.

"Yah wanna try?" Sagi seemed to get the hint behind that look.

Sandio wasn't entirely sure if he should try. The dick he was pleasuring was big and he... not so much. Hesitantly, he nodded and tried to climb atop the crocodile. He wasn't too heavy and the safe box beneath them was sturdy enough, or so he thought.

"Should go soon but I think this won't take much time."

There was another silence, this time to have the squib undress and confirm that he was male. His fear seemed to disappear when he lifted himself up, climbing over the mound of croc belly until his legs were resting against Sagi's sides. The croc just grinned up at him, reaching out a hand to pull Sandio's head down and kissing him.

That sudden taste of the saliva mixing with his own made the squib go wild and he didn't even notice the other big hand rubbing his ass and moving it until the fat dick was pressing against his hole. His saliva could only do so much, he wasn't ready for this, but he didn't want to disappoint the big male and sat down.

He was nervous, no doubt about that, about taking the cock into his ass. He had been penetrated before but that dick was really big, so it would be an experience, a possibly painful or a blissful one; or both. Just as he was ready however, he heard the crocodile's foot hit the safe box's door and force it open, which he took as a hint to start. He could only spread his legs so far before he slipped his grip on the male's shoulders, the croc's hard shaft popping into his ass as he landed on it once more, his ass giving off a confirming slap back down.

"B-big one for Sandio..."

Despite his protests, he didn't resist much when his ass was forced open so wide, his moans getting louder every time the crocodile tried to thrust up into his tight, warm ass, still occasionally clenching when a particularly powerful thrust slammed home. However, there was a limit as to how much he could take. Even if the croc tried to hilt the whole dick inside, his body didn't allow that. But six inches were enough to make his toes squeeze each time he felt the heat in his ass, his light body moving up and down with the almost forceful, if not quite passionate, rutting. His groaning became higher pitched as he got used to the size of the shaft plunging into him, but even he didn't know if that would be enough.

His body began to tense and shudder further after picking up a pace, gritting his teeth and trying to resist the waves of pleasure shooting through him despite his best efforts, but even though he would not admit it, he knew it was futile now. The heat of the male's cock spreading him wide, the warmth that was forcing its way into him over and over again brought a unique pleasure that he couldn't deny, and for a moment he thought he could take more... but was too painful to even try.

Sandio tried to open his mouth to moan again but could only manage to clack his teeth together, his breath hissing through them as he tried to move faster atop the croc, his cock going stiff as a board even without any excess stimulation.

Moments later, he bellows in the air, his shaft throbbing and pulsing strongly, each pulse sending a thick gob of his hot, warm cum splashing against his chest and belly, the first few spurts having quite some velocity to them, striking him against the chin and perhaps even on the croc's belly as well. His backside clenched down like a vice, the muscles stiffening during those few moments of euphoria.

For the next couple minutes, the squib was forced to ride that big dick after his orgasm, trying to make the croc blow as well. It seemed a complicated task without wrapping that shaft whole, but it only took a bit of extra effort to have the larger male moan too and soon feel an excessive clenching inside him that was followed by a big orgasm.

Cum filled him up, he doubted it was anything else but felt like that was a lot. The croc was holding for dear life onto the safe box beneath him and his body rocked with the squib's riding. However, he had emptied his nuts and elicited a groan after what possibly was one of the hardest orgasms of his life.

When Sandio slowly moved off that big dick, his ass still felt like it had been resisting what he wanted to take and now there was an emptiness that nothing else could replace. Their deed was done.

"Ah... this was a delightful refill, yep." He said, climbing off the male and reaching back for his clothes.

"Mmf... agreed." The crocodile breathed heavily, and got dressed as well. "Hey, if yah need something t' drink grab it from that fridge. I need t' go sell the rifle now that it works before my friend leaves the station."

Sandio nodded. He wasn't expecting a cuddle or anything after the sex but seeing the croc in a hurry too felt a bit like a disappointment. After all, he had exceeded his time while waiting on getting his ship fueled and should go back there soon if he didn't want anyone to steal it.

"Will do. If not here when croc goes back... I will leave a note or something, yep."

The crocodile grabbed his jacket, a few things and the rifle before darting out of the tent.

The squib was not too thirsty but could use a rest. He sat down on a mattress which was, oddly enough, too small for the crocodile and relaxed for a minute or so. Then, someone pulled the tent's door open. At first he thought it was Sagi that was back but the shadow was much shorter than him, his own size even.

"Ihfii jahi thus!" An odd alien stepped in, and shouted in a different language after seeing him.

By the tone of voice alone, Sandio could tell that the stranger was angry and he quickly stood up, albeit being still a bit sore. He saw the alien hurry up to the safe box which, to his surprise, was left open and empty.

"Bhuistif athy jahi!"

Even if he didn't understand a word, he knew something was out of place and when he saw the alien grab a gun from the inside of a broken ship cabin, he ran away like hell, picking up his computer from the ground and dodging some lasers before turning left.

He was being chased, so he hurried back to the station and stopped for a second in front of the counter. The bearded man was busy with some intergalactic show and he needed his keys as soon as possible.

"Keys, now."

"Woah. Where's the fire, little guy? I got it fueled a while ago, though. Where you been? I was about to sell it by pieces."

"Gimme keys!"

"Alright, alright. Here."

The squib jumped to grab the keys from the counter and ran off to his ship.

"Gee. You are welcome." The worker said before sitting back on his ass to resume watching the show.

Inside his ship, the squib closed the cabin and turned on the panel, then pulled up a few switches and used the manual mode to fly off... away from the odd alien chasing him and from that planet.

He sighed in relief when he was back in space, and turned on the automatic pilot so he could grab his computer and find out what was going on with tha Sagi character.

Nothing came up with the name of Sagi alone, though the auto spell corrected it to 'Sagisou' and even if that might have no relation with what he was looking for, he clicked on it.

"Sagisou Fang. Wanted for distortion, robbery, killing and carrying illegal armory. 50.000 credits reward." The squib's eyes went wide. "Woah.. It IS him."