The crowds are formed of myriad numbers of aliens, many of them bedecked in fine clothing, jewels and metals. This is, evidently, the richer part of the station. There are a lot of shiny people, really, and most of them shorter than Atton.
The flow of the market is rather abruptly disrupted, though, when two burly Gamorreans (http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/thumb/d/df/Gamorrean_NEGAS.jpg/180px-Gamorrean_NEGAS.jpg) come barging through the crowd, carrying between them a small, very beaten up Twi'lek man.
"It's my ship, you can't just take it from me."
"Not yours. Exchange. Should've paid your debts."
"I did."
One Gamorrean shakes his head. "Lies make angry. Angry makes smash."
The man is promptly whacked across the face, a move that sends him almost flying, and sprawling out. The Gamorreans both seem very pleased by this as they wander away.
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The flow of the market is rather abruptly disrupted, though, when two burly Gamorreans (http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/thumb/d/df/Gamorrean_NEGAS.jpg/180px-Gamorrean_NEGAS.jpg) come barging through the crowd, carrying between them a small, very beaten up Twi'lek man.
"It's my ship, you can't just take it from me."
"Not yours. Exchange. Should've paid your debts."
"I did."
One Gamorrean shakes his head.
"Lies make angry. Angry makes smash."
The man is promptly whacked across the face, a move that sends him almost flying, and sprawling out. The Gamorreans both seem very pleased by this as they wander away.