Belloq's glare turns instantly to a charming smile. "Good. The Orions are better to have as friends than enemies."

He ran possessive and avaricious fingers over the sword. It may not technically belong to him, but for now it was in his possession and he was going to enjoy it.

"Now, the smuggler's ship leaves in--"

Belloq was interrupted mid-sentence as the sword twitched, popped, and then Belloq was holding not a diamond sword, but a red beret in his hand. The beret struggled for a few seconds, then went limp, just a bit of red wool draped over his fingers.

Belloq stared at it in horror.

"What?" he rasped. "What is this?"