“Oye! Space trash!” the reptilian was once again the first to speak up. “You look like you ain’t from around here. I don’t know how you got that fancy outfit, but around here, straight teeth know their place!”

The pilot let out an exasperated sigh as he reached back to scratch his shaggy hair.

“This is why I need to stop taking short cuts through back alleys.” He groaned. “Around these parts they’re almost always full of trash.”

A fire seemed to light within the aliens’ eyes as the remark sank in with them.

“Oye! Straight tooth!” the smallest one called out, “You lookin for a fight!?”

The pilot looked back towards the four. “Are you thinking you could give one?”

The look in his eyes sent a chill down my spine. How someone, with one look, could communicate such a vast difference in skill was beyond me.

It seemed to have had an affect on the aliens as well, who had dropped their makeshift weapons for various blaster rifles they had been carrying. Mere shipwrights had no reason to own these caliber of weapons. It was now obvious I had stumbled across something far more serious than I had realized.

The group flinched as the pilot reached slowly for his hip, but they did not dare move. They watched intently as he brushed his jacket aside to pull a small hand blaster from his hip.

The aliens cycled through various expressions. From confused, to frustrated, to furious.

“WHAT ARE YOU? MESSING WITH US!?!?” the largest one cried out as they took aim with their military grade heavy blaster rifles.

The smallest one began to chuckle at the situation. “Are humans honestly stupid enough to think any weapon will make them scary? What is that thing? A relic?? It must be at least 200 years old! It doesn’t even have any targeting system! What a joke!”

The pilot’s expression remained unchanged however.

“It’s only a joke if I miss.” He replied.

The aliens paused for a second, but it was too late. The pilot sent off four blasts in quick succession, each one burning a hole through a different blaster rifle.

The aliens’ jaws dropped as their now useless weapons dropped to the floor.

They stood there speechless for a few seconds as they attempted to comprehend what had just happened. Their eyes constantly jumping from the man, to the weapons, and back again. Finally the pilot began to aim his pistol again, and that was all that it took. The four aliens scrambled to run away, tripping over each other along the way.

I watched speechless, as the once menacing group now seemed like cowards. What was this power? How did this man turn it all around?

My thoughts were interrupted as the man reached out a hand to help me up.