A Narrow Street (Open)

Walking carefully through the marketplace, brimming with all sorts of foodstuff and knick-knacks—A hooded figure ducks into a porcelain dome. It's what passes for a home here on Namek. A decent one anyway. He makes himself comfy, sitting down in the middle of the home's singular room. This man, he's waiting for someone. He's erratic, nervous now. More free with his emotions, in the privacy of the residence.

A clock—Namekian made—Makes an odd chirp in the corner. Some sort of Namekian animal. The man twitches, eyes flickering nervously. The door opens soon after, the man leaping up, taking a few tentative steps back. A large, rugged creature—Scaly and humanoid, shuts the door behind him. The man lets out a sigh, relieved.

This scaly creature is his partner, and the one he'd been waiting for. They'd been hiding out, waiting on some news from their underground contact. "Pack your stuff, we gotta go," He states, matter of factly. The man knows his partner—Hears the fear in his voice. "What's wrong?" He asks quietly, half-knowing the answer. His scaly partner doesn't reply. The silence is deafening. He starts to pack his things; There's not much anyway. They'd blown through all their imperial credits. Sold off the rest of what they'd stolen.

He swallowed nervously, with some difficulty.  His scaly partner was already outside. He finished packing and rushed to follow him. They'd have to go to the shoddy mess this planet called its 'spaceport'. Maybe they'd hide out on Hera... He shuddered immediately. They were tough, sure... But he doubted they'd last very long. He bumped into his partner, who's stopped in the middle of the street. He opened his mouth to berate him, before following the man's solemn gaze down the street.

There were some Namekian Elders crowding around a man. Heran. The man's eyes widened. The Namekians were pleading, he garnered, by the way they frantically gestured. Negotiating, maybe?

The Heran cast a careful gaze on the two criminals, eyes narrowing. "... Move," He ordered. Even as the Namekians made way, casting hesitant glances at him, the Heran pointed something at his partner. Unnaturally quick.

"Dead, or alive?" He asked.