[member="Athena Heron"]
Maleagant offered no resistance, handing her off to the doting servants and offering no explanation. Athena could tell them all about it whenever she wanted. His jaw tightened in annoyance when she gave him permission to leave. He was a Sith! He did not require...
"Get his contact information."
Hadn't she been joking about comm-numbers a few hours ago? Oh, how the tables turned. Turned so quickly and with such force that it was almost nauseating. Or it would have been if it weren't just so welcome. The servants flinched in alertness when Maleagant reached into his coat a little too quickly. There was no weapon, of course. Just a business card with his name, holomail, commlink number, and company information attached. It was a small, black card. The logo of the Helix Syndicate dominated one side. The information was printed on the other in a dulled, white font. There were more impressive business cards in the galaxy, but you didn't need fancy business cards when you could just blackmail people into doing what you want.
The card was snatched from his hand, the servant glaring defensively at him. Appealing as it might have been to dote on Athena Heron as she recovered her bearings... Actually, that wasn't appealing at all. Not trapped on a tiny ship with a gaggle of thralls who would prefer to see him chucked out the airlock. "I'll be going," he clarified, taking a lingering step backwards. "Call... Whenever."
It didn't take a detective to guess he would probably answer within the first two rings. Unless he was in the midst of a firefight, but even then...
Maleagant offered no resistance, handing her off to the doting servants and offering no explanation. Athena could tell them all about it whenever she wanted. His jaw tightened in annoyance when she gave him permission to leave. He was a Sith! He did not require...
"Get his contact information."
Hadn't she been joking about comm-numbers a few hours ago? Oh, how the tables turned. Turned so quickly and with such force that it was almost nauseating. Or it would have been if it weren't just so welcome. The servants flinched in alertness when Maleagant reached into his coat a little too quickly. There was no weapon, of course. Just a business card with his name, holomail, commlink number, and company information attached. It was a small, black card. The logo of the Helix Syndicate dominated one side. The information was printed on the other in a dulled, white font. There were more impressive business cards in the galaxy, but you didn't need fancy business cards when you could just blackmail people into doing what you want.
The card was snatched from his hand, the servant glaring defensively at him. Appealing as it might have been to dote on Athena Heron as she recovered her bearings... Actually, that wasn't appealing at all. Not trapped on a tiny ship with a gaggle of thralls who would prefer to see him chucked out the airlock. "I'll be going," he clarified, taking a lingering step backwards. "Call... Whenever."
It didn't take a detective to guess he would probably answer within the first two rings. Unless he was in the midst of a firefight, but even then...
