There’s a reason Fett doesn’t prefer these types of job. Capturing and transporting one prisoner is easy enough. They resist, he knocks them down, and that’s the end of it. With multiple prisoners in the same transport, there’s solidarity. Conversation. It’s a headache to manage.

He turns his attention to the newly-protesting prisoner, stalking closer while the man behind him continues to gasp and sputter. Fett isn’t a sadist. He has no interest in causing pain for pain’s sake. But order must be maintained. And if this prisoner wants to take responsibility for the rest, then Fett is inclined to let him.

“I’d prefer to,” Fett says, habit stopping him just out of arms’ reach. “You could make both of our lives easier.” A hand rests on his blaster—not drawing it, just calling attention to its presence. His helmet jerks back towards the others. “Tell them there’s no point in resisting.”