Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

Chapter 53: Debited Things

"Get ready for me! Set off in the afternoon! Take that ship, and the Galaxy will be ours from now on! Think about it! A 40,000-meter-long pirate ship! Hahahahaha!!" Arrest all the personnel! After we occupy that giant spaceship, they will be our slaves! Fuck the Muun people! I'm not afraid!!"

A large number of heavily armed pirates with grim faces rushed out from behind him, dragging and dragging all the outsiders, including Trent, and stuffing them into the narrow cargo hold like canned food.

In the bar, the pirates swept all the wine bottles and cards on the table to the ground and then took out boxes of guns and ammunition from the armory and put them on them.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely frenzied.

Only Taya was left singing there alone. She was terrified to the extreme, but she didn't dare to stop in the slightest.

Trent was stuffed in the innermost part of the cargo hold, but his heart was extremely calm. He broke free from the binding very easily, and quietly took the communicator in his hand.

With so many people here, fanfare communication is out of the question. So he began tapping rhythmically on the microphone.

...

On the ground of Tatooine, Mos Eisley, Truda's spaceship berth.

Yuri-Olov and Vitaly-Olov fled in a hurry and finally returned to their spaceship, but what they saw was an empty spaceship with no one there.

"Where is the person? Where is the Fucking Villager?" Yuri searched everywhere, even under the bed, but still couldn't find anyone, "Fuck! If he doesn't come back, those pursuers will find us sooner or later! We have to run quickly road!"

"The problem is that none of us knows how to fly a spaceship. How can we run? It's impossible to leave Trent and the others behind, right?" Vitaly said, shaking his head.

"Bastard! It's over, it's over... It's over..." Yuri sat on the bed, grabbing his hair fiercely. Suddenly he thought of something, and said to Vitaly: "Vitaly, go and see what those Bossa people paid us for?"

"Are you still thinking about the payment at this time?"

"Nonsense! If even this thing is gone, what are we trying to do this time?"

"OK, let me take a look... But my Galactic standard language is average, so I can't be sure what is written on it... T, O, R, P, E, T, O...P, O, R, T, O, N...what does this mean?" Vitaly carefully identified the letters on it.

"What? Proton Torpedo!" Yuri suddenly jumped up, hugged Vitaly's shoulder and laughed loudly, "Fuck! Fuck!! Vitali! We are developed! Hahahaha!"

"What? What did you say?" Vitali was confused.

"Proton torpedoes! These are two proton torpedoes! Hahahahaha!!" Yuri laughed wildly.

"How do you know this thing?"

"Nonsense! Of course I need to have a preliminary understanding of the weapons of this galaxy before I can sell my own!" Yuri said excitedly, "Two proton torpedoes! At least worth 15,000 credits! Sent! This time it's really well developed! I can sell these two things for a price of 10,000 credits! Do you understand? Vitaly! We made a lot of money this time!"

"Wait a minute! No one can get this kind of heavy weapon unless you go the way of the army, and I can directly offer 30,000 credits for one! Hahaha..." Yuri was completely immersed in ecstasy.

"But the question now is how can we get out?" Vitaly was extremely anxious, pacing back and forth in the cabin.

"Send a communication to that damn village special again!! Huh... huh? When did the communication get connected?" Yuri suddenly found that the communication of the village special had been connected, but there was no holographic projection.

He walked over and pressed the call button and yelled loudly: "Trent, you piece of shit that no one wants! I'm going to hang up and you're still fooling around outside! Where the fuck are you now?!"

In the cargo hold of 'Iron Fang'-Kuken's Hammerhead-class cruiser, Trent hurriedly covered the microphone so that no one could hear Yuri's scolding. He looked around guiltily and found that many people around him were whispering, but no one noticed.

"Yuri, you fucking idiot! Someday I should show you what a bantha is, and then stuff you into its excrement hole!" Trent cursed to himself while speaking on the microphone Continue to beat rhythmically.

"I want to..." Yuri was about to continue cursing, but when he heard the knocking sound, he immediately became alert and realized that something was wrong.

"Vitaly, come here and hear what this sound is?" Yuri called his brother over.

Vitaly listened for a while, shook his head and said, "How do I know what this is?"

"It's Morse code, and what's being sent is not the arrangement of English letters, but the arrangement of Chinese pinyin." T-850, who was guarding at the side, said suddenly.

"You understand this stuff?"

"In my database, there are all known languages and the decoding table of Morse code is also saved. This is not a very clever code." T-850 said, "What is being sent now is that after understanding the signal Please tap the microphone five times."

"It's not a very clever password, isn't he courting death when he sent it?" Yuri scolded.

"No! Maybe it's really possible!" Vitali thought for a while, "There is no English or Chinese pinyin in this galaxy, and there is no such thing as Morse code! So even if they crack the Morse code, they will not know what we're talking about! No one can decipher another galaxy's language out of thin air, right? And he's not using English but Pinyin! That's even better!"

Yuri also understood, "That's right! English is alphabetic text, which is more intuitive. But Chinese characters are symbolic text! If there is no reference, people in this galaxy will never be able to decipher it! Even if the communication is intercepted, there is no problem."

"Do I need a reply?" T-850 asked.

"Reply!" Yuri said, "I don't understand Chinese or Morse code, but Trent must have something to tell us."

Things seemed to have changed, and he finally calmed down a bit.

T-850 picked up the pen and paper and tapped five times on the communicator's microphone. Soon, more knocks came from the opposite side, and the T-850 quickly wrote on the pen and paper, and read while writing, "I am trapped in the cruiser of the Kuken, and the Kuken will set off to attack the mothership in the afternoon. ."

"What? He was actually caught?! Then what should we do? Fly up with wings to save him?" Yuri screamed.

"Yuri, no matter what you're thinking right now, we have to hurry up! I see people searching everywhere!" Vitaly said loudly, holding a telescope.