[CupcakeDolly]

Julius was taken aback for a moment, and he glanced at the merchandise lying around them. Then he let loose a gigantic laugh and slapped a large hand on Omega's shoulder. "'Course, doc, how do you think we keep our prices so low?" He'd assumed the man was a doctor from the lab coat and stethoscope, but perhaps he was dealing with an eccentric mechanic instead. "I won't bother with any swindle, doc. I respect a man 'knows his ships, and I'll get you what you need. We'll just have to talk creds with your captain, and then -"

A loud clatter and a yelp sounded from the warehouse, and Julius turned to see Orel in the distance, staring dumbfounded at something on the ground. "Orel, what in the-?"

"It weren't me, boss!" Orel held up his hands. "It was this shit-for-brains Coreiental hurt his own self!" To which Beetle let out a string of something sharp and angry in a foreign language.

Julius stalked over to the pair, cursing loudly as he did, and shoved Orel backward. "Go deal with them," he barked and knelt beside Beetle, who was on the ground nursing limbs that may or may not have been broken. Orel threw up his arms in frustration and stopped to tilt the crate that had fallen onto Beetle's leg back into an upright position. He fixed the lid back into place and banged it tightly shut with his fist, all without having noticed the human arm that had been hanging limply from the box only moments before.

He approached the two men again, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry 'bout that, folks. I'll gather your goods and get you on your way in no time. What was it you needed now?"