Objective: Negotiate
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla Xan Deesa Elvera Ossenoxe Koran Bardok CETCOM
"Chaos is the law of nature; Order is the dream of man."
Vaun looked to the jedi when he mentioned returning to his own ship and he winced slightly. Preperations would need to be made in order to not jeopardise his assets, he hadn't gone all the way through to hutt space for nothing after all. "Of course. My ship is in better shape than yours. I'm sure we have some ration packs to spare as well, keeping well nourished on this inhospitable wasteland is key after all." he said before turning to the mandalorian who mentioned his cargo. "Off sorts yes. Fragile and expensive cargo I'd rather not let go to waste." he said before the Mandalorian's tone and attitude changed.
He was obviously not in the mood to play along like his other companion, straight to the point. "We are all stranded on this wasteland mandalorian. You will just have to trust me for the time being." As the mandalorian continued the chiss smirked as he mentioned Vaun not being alone. Vaun opened a comm link and spoke. "Dithar come on out. Inform the Prospekt we have guests." And as soon as he finished speaking the tall and armoured Delphidian emerged with his blaster rifle lowered. His armour bore the imperial symbol although it seemed as if it had been slightly scratched out. "You must understand, I had no idea whether I was approaching rational souls such as yourselves or bloodthirsty pirates. Precautions were necessary." He said before extending his hand towards the direction of his ship. "Follow me if you will." he said before beginning the short hike back.
As Vaun walked ahead Dithar waited until the party had pasts before following. In his alien language he spoke over his comms back to the Prospekt. "<We are RTB and have visitors with us. Get some ration packs out and ensure the 'cargo hold' remains locked." he said before looking up to the sky, still no sign of the cruiser. He could only hope whoever it was hadn't closed in as of yet. As the group approached the Prospekt's landing sight five people each clad in the same armour sat around a dimly lit thermolamp, they looked at Koran and Ki'an with suspicion. Tools, damaged ship parts and empty ration packs were scattered around the little encampment and stood in stark contrast to the ominous looking prison ship it sat next to. Vaun spoke up as the group approached. "She may not be the prettiest ships but she has her charms." he said before grabbing one of the ration packs and offered it to the pair. "Perhaps we could talk business over a meal."