"Fine, but I'll be asking again once you have. You're not off the hook."

Yamato turns towards Pan, folding his arms. "You. You'll be arranging us entry in the race, with your fastest racing ship," he says. "The Hutts know you don't have any credits, so you're going to promise to pay them out of your winnings. Your business can be collateral."

He shrugs a shoulder.

"Or you can place a bet on another racer and hope that your luck's better this time around, but I wouldn't gamble on that."