Grudges

[Revenchent]

Under better circumstances, Corin would have given the body a more honorable send-off. As things were, he had no time for such triviality. Given what the man had been, the young Mandalorian could not bring himself to particularly care about it either. He unceremoniously dumped Tarith's body onto the hanger floor, leaned down, and rummaged through his things. He removed the lightsaber, clipping it to his belt as a trophy, and the datapad. A quick scan revealed what he had been hoping for.

Grinning, Corin rose to his feet, and turned back to the ship. He scanned over the contents of the datapad as the door hissed behind him, his hand trailing along the walls for balance as the ship began to rumble. The RSF was likely tired of waiting at this point, and an invasion of the home could be expected at any moment. Corin could only hope his new associates were competent enough to get the ship moving.

With a quiet sigh, he stuffed the datapad away, and strode toward the bridge. He glanced into the bunks at [member="Tyris Hayes"] as he passed. "You might want to get on one of the guns," Corin mused, "We don't want to actually kill anyone, but shooting in the general direction of any pursuers might buy us some time."

It was a simple suggestion, nothing more, but Corin expected the old man to follow it. From there, he walked to the bridge. "To answer your question - yes, I was there the entire time. There is a compartment below the bridge that I can only assume is used for a special kind of spice party." He explained to [member="Saran Drast"].

When [member="Astrid"] spoke, Corin listened. He spared the woman a glance before settling himself into the forward gunner's position. "I told the big man to keep any fighters from turning us into Naboo's newest scrap belt. I'll do the same, but we won't be trying to actually hit anyone; just keep them off balance."

Despite what his prior actions might have implied, Corin's moral code did not allow for casual, or needless slaughter.

"Might be good for you to hop on one too, Jedi," he added, looking over his shoulder at the two women. "Get us into hyperspace as quick as you can Highlights. I'm not sure how much punishment this old bird can take."

With that, Corin fell silent. He went through the operations of warming up his guns, and leaned back in his chair, waiting.

"C'mon you old rusty di'kut. Don't screw me on this one..."

 

[Tyris Hayes]

Tyris looked around the ship for a rear facing gun position, he could not find any. He double checked, triple checked, but it seemed that there were no rear facing gun turrets, only oddly placed aft missile launchers. Tyris walked to the front of the ship and found the new kid.

"I am sorry to inform you, but this ship has no rear facing guns, the only thing i could find were some randomly placed aft missile launchers, looks like were just going to have to run and hope nobody shoots back." Tyris said.

Tyris having long given up on finding a rear gun turret, jumped into one of the forward facing guns, it was quite heavy for a starship, but the heavier weapons would have to wait. They would draw ludicrous amounts of power, weakening the shields. The shields were also abnormally heavy, hopefully that would be enough to get them out of this.

Tyris hopped into one of the triple blasters mounted to the wings, this was just in case any enemies got in front of them, which would be suicide against this ship. Tyris expected they knew this too, so they would do the smart thing and stay behind. If they did get in front of this ship, they would explode in a glorious fiery death. Hopefully it did not come to that.

[member="Corin Tal'verda"]
[member="Astrid"]
[member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Saran Drast]

Saran gave a small smile as the other woman moved to the controls. Good. She knew what she was doing far more than Saran ever would. Maybe they had a chance after all. Turning back to the... Mandolorian? At least those words sounded Mandolorian. Hmm. Special kind of spice party? Wha... Never mind, she didn't want to know. Either way, she watched him, studying the man while she had the chance. He seemed oddly faint, as if he wasn't in any way connected to the force. Or as if he was incredibly so. Either way, she didn't like it. Empty eyes narrowed behind heavy cloth. A simple nod acknowledged his suggestion, and she left the bridge to find the nearest gun emplacement. The nose seemed to have a ladder to a set of guns. Hmm.

Climbing down, the woman slid into place, walking through the warm up of the ion cannons. Throwing her sight out as far as she could, she picked up the earpiece and put it on in time to hear the younger man's quiet curse. She gave a small smile, before focusing on seeing out as far as she could.

Admittedly, Saran wasn't as good as her little Sister at this part. The instincts she had down, but Anarya had trained herself to do this kind of thing. Still, the Miraluka wasn't incompetent. The guards were rushing to the hanger as quick as they could. The speeders outside idled, kept ready if need be. Nothing on a fighter yet. She couldn't sense any Force users yet. That, at least, was good.

[member="Astrid"] [member="Corin Tal'verda"] [member="Tyris Hayes"]

 

[Astrid]

"Good thing for you guys that this old hunk of space junk is equipped with some fantastic shields, and it's been kept in working order," came Astrid's voice over the coms, delightedly. What mattered was not that had passed and the corpse they were going to leave behind, but what lay ahead of them in the next couple of hours. With lightning speed, her fingers worked over the console and the engine of the armed freighter rumbled into life, protesting grumbles akin to a sleeping bear awaking from it's long hibernation. "The shields will hold well, I think. I doubt that they're got anything potent enough prepared to take them out. Which is enough to give us a nice head start. Settle in, boys. Here we go!"

Astrid paused and belted herself into her seat, gave the control console one swift kick from her boot, and guided the ship into the air. Without bothering to give any more warning to the rest of the passengers, she set her course and the engines roared. Within moments, Astrid had the ship blasting out the open hanger doors and out into the atmosphere beyond.

She let out a cheer and bounced in the pilot's seat. Her uncle had secretly educated her, behind her father's back, on the workings of machinery and tech. She sent a silent prayer of thanks to stars, grinning wildly. It was intoxicating, being behind the controls and having all the power in the galaxy to fly. It would never get stale.

 

[Revenchent]

The ship was away. Corin drew himself up into his chair, and powered up the guns. They were heavy for a ship of this size, more suited to punching a hole through an interdictor than lighting up a fighter. Even still, they would do for the moment. The Mandalorian scanned over the skies as they flew up from the planet's crust, and into the upper atmosphere. To his surprise, no one awaited them once they had cleared the planet's gravity. Perhaps they were all too busy with the festival. Truly, Corin did not know, and he didn't really care.

"We're away," he breathed a sigh of relief, the thundering of his heart slowing somewhat. He felt the adrenaline seep from his body as the ship made for open space. Corin slumped back in his chair, his chest rising and falling at an almost violent rate as he centered himself. They weren't entirely clear yet.

He ran a preliminary scan of their surroundings, and was surprised to see they had no pursuers. He was sure someone on the world would have been worried about the dead Zabrak, and the RSF had most certainly taken notice. Perhaps they had simply not expected those they hunted to steal the Zabrak's ship. Corin shrugged off the thoughts, simply happy to be free of the chaos.

"Jump us out of the system," Corin called over to Astrid. "To..." he trailed off, looking over the datapad he had taken from Tarith. "Bothuwai. It's safe." He lied, his brow furrowing as he read over the information displayed on the screen. So this was where they had run off to...

Despite the niggling feeling of anxiety in the back of his mind, Corin opted to unbuckle and rise from his gunner seat. He strode back up to the cockpit, and placed a hand on the back of Astrid's chair. "So," he asked of all of them. "Who are you people?"

[member="Astrid"], [member="Saran Drast"], [member="Tyris Hayes"]

 

[Tyris Hayes]

Tyris breathed a sigh of relief as he hopped down from the gunner position he was in, there were three of them, yet again inexplicably. Tyris came down towards the cockpit, people on ships tended to meet there. Tyris did not know why, it was just a thing people did on starships.

Tyris walked up to it, and his suspicions were confirmed, people seemed to be moving there. Tyris heard Corrin asking who they were. It was quite interesting to hear that coming from the mysterious assassin, but Tyris would oblige him for now.

"I am Tyris Hayes, former head of security, now I guess space hobo." He said.

[member="Corin Tal'verda"]
[member="Astrid"]
[member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Saran Drast]

Letting out a small sigh, the Knight crawled her way up the ladder and headed to the cockpit. Quiet steps carried her towards the cockpit, where she leaned next to the door, listening quietly to the others talk. "You forgot to mention 'Cold-blooded Murderer'" The woman gave an almost sarcastic smile to Tyrus before turning to the Mando-speaking man. "Name's Saran. I'm a Jedi. Which, by the way..." She pushed off the wall, taking a step closer to the man she could barely see. "Makes me a little worried about heading to Bothuwai, with the remnants of the Zenithian Imperium and all." Tilting her head to the side, she tried her best to study him. Why did he bother her so much? He was barely there, sure, but there was something else. Something she couldn't put her finger on.

[member="Astrid"] [member="Corin Tal'verda"] [member="Tyris Hayes"]

 

[Astrid]

"Bothuwai? Well, at least it's more reasonable than some destinations," Astrid said, absently as she continued to train her focus upon the controls and the wide expanse before them. They were free, for the moment. While most would be consumed by anxiety to be bundled up in a tight space with two murderers and a Jedi all tied up in a bow, she found that she suffered from a sense of exhilaration. She hadn't stolen a ship since she'd left her home world, and that escape had been far more risky than this one had. She'd barely managed to succeed with the skin of her teeth, but she had. This time had been under different circumstances, but it was exciting all the same. Her hands trembled as they worked over the console, but she did well to hide it.

As she set their course, Astrid was pulled from her focus by the hand pressed down upon her chair. With a sharp twist of her neck, she stared up at the man that had put a quick end to Tarith. She kept her face directed at him, but her gray eyes shifted to the other two as they introduced themselves.

"The question I have," she began, unbuckling her harness and rising. Astrid then planted one knee in the seat of the chair, shoved off his hand, and crossed her arms over the top of the chair's back. "That we all I have, I think, is who you are and why you really wanted to kill the guy we just left on the ground back there. Obviously, you guys are all tied in on this some how. Well, maybe not you, old man. I'm certainly not. I'm innocent in all this. I didn't kill anyone, but I'm guilty of association and, well... Flying a stolen ship. So, before we get all rainbows and butterflies, I think we should have a chat about the details of this whole ..."

Pausing, Astrid frowned and scrunched her nose. With a rotation of her wrist, she muttered quietly, "...Thing."

[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Tyris Hayes"]
[member="Corin Tal'verda"]

 

[Revenchent]

Corin moved to lean back against the nearest wall. In reality, he was getting a better view of the room in its entirety. He folded his arms tight about his chest, felt the familiar shape of his sidearm beneath his coat, and smiled. If there was anymore trouble, he could deal with it. He fully expected it to come to that eventually. People on the outer rim were dangerous folk, and Corin was very much alone. It always paid to ere on the side of caution, and when one was on their own, almost a necessity.

He returned each introduction with a polite nod, and a thin smile. His fingers drummed idly on his forearm as he stared past the relative strangers to the stars beyond. Bothuwai was where it had all began, or so his father had said. It was fitting that Corin's objective lay hidden beneath that world, untouched for over a decade.

Was it wise to share his true intentions with these strangers? No, he decided, it was not.

"I'm Corin, and I'm Mando'ade," he answered plainly. It was only proper to give his identifier, seeing as the others had. "That man was dangerous. A killer. I just put him down before he tried to get any of you. He's why I came here."

He paused at the Jedi's words, a brow lofted. The Zenithian Imperium had been founded by a fragmented group that hailed from his own clan. Its formation was the result of his predecessors' failure to hold the Tal'verda together. He wasn't going to mention that of course, but the thought made something in his gut twist.

"Bothuwai is safer than most worlds out here. Did you have somewhere else you were trying to be? Maybe you'd prefer Geonosis?" He asked, the question pointed, though the tone in jest.

[member="Astrid"], [member="Saran Drast"], [member="Tyris Hayes"]

 

[Tyris Hayes]

Tyris listened to what the man had to say. He was a Mandalorian. Tyris knew his homes history quite well, they were an offshoot of a Mandalorian clan, Zenithian culture took some of the more militant aspects of Mandalorian culture to their extremes, becoming an extremely militarized world in the process.

The ZI was an interesting thing, short lived but it held promise. Tyris was proud to see his homeland actually accomplish something that had at least a minor impact on the galaxy at large without the CIS involved. It was sad it was so short lived. Tyris helped with a few under the table operations that the ZI had in mind, nothing he was allowed to talk about however.

Bothuwai was a close ally of the ZI, one of the first worlds to try and get in on it, sadly the peace talks went less than swimmingly. Tyris had quite a few contacts there as a result of the good relations between Zenith Prime and Bothuwai.

"I think Bothuwai is the safest bet, i know quite a few people there who might be able to get this whole mess with the RSF sorted out, keyword maybe. Just as i have people, the RSF probably does too, hell im pretty sure every government agency worth their money has a few contacts there. So depending on how badly the RSF wants to find us, we get found and chased, or we get this mess at least partially cleared up." Tyris said

[member="Corin Tal'verda"]
[member="Astrid"]
[member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Saran Drast]

So he was Mandolorian. That made sense. She thought she had caught a couple of Mand'a phrases in his speech. That, and there were few warrior cultures that would make sense out here. At least, not many that would have a human among them. Most others she could think of wouldn't really fit the feel he gave. Not that he gave much, but still. As she listened to the woman, a small frown crossed her face. Did she not see the man try and kill them? "He had a lightsaber. Looked like a synthetic crystal. That implies Sith." The comment was off-handed, almost seeming natural. He deserved to die. The thought was almost instantaneous. She pushed it out of her head.

At Corin's comment, she gave a smile. "Why is it, that every mandolorian I meet has the same sense of humor?" she muttered idly, pausing to think. "I don't really know this area of space as well. If you all really want to disappear, Tatooine would be a lot better. Bothuwai actually has laws." Sighing, she moved back to standing by the door. "Of course you have a contact. My question is, why do you think they'll help us?" She sighed. "Unless you have a lot more money than is really reasonable, most people who could do that won't really care."

[member="Astrid"] [member="Corin Tal'verda"] [member="Tyris Hayes"]

 

[Astrid]

Astrid shifted her weight so that the chair would spin a bit one direction and then back the way it came. She nodded at Saran's words, acknowledging that there was truth in them. Tarith had tried to kill Saran, in the end. Corin's quick action was what saved her. Not that Astrid doubted the Jedi's ability to defend herself. After all, she'd drawn her own saber rather quickly. All in all, the leather bound woman could not help but feel the death had been needless. Tarith had been on some sort of mission, one that tied in with Saran and Corin. Possibly even Tyris, too. Wouldn't it not have been better to keep him alive for questioning, in the least? With a purse of her lips and the shrug of one shoulder, Astrid shoved the topic into the back of her mind, filing it away for another time.


The old man's statement about possibly having connections to clear up relations with the RSF were more of an appealing topic, one that dealt with the primary complications at hand. Money was not really a major concern, and she voiced as such. "If funds are needed to pursue individuals, I may be able to offer up a decent sum. However, I will say that you are all going to have to pay me back, with interest. Particularly because I had no hand in this assassination or murder, robbery. I just want my slate to stay as clean as possible. I'd rather not get on anyone's radar if I can avoid it. ..." She fell silent as she lifted one hand and bit down upon her thumbnail, falling pray to her thoughts for a moment. It was her fault, after all. She was the one that stuck to Tarith like glue, even if he'd made it clear he wanted nothing to do with her and had made several attempts to leave her behind.


The woman's expression darkened as she drew away her hand, but only so that she could replace the thick leather fabric over the lower half of her face. Replacing her arm back with it's twin, Astrid slouched forward and rested her chin atop of them. Her gray eyes closed for a moment as she took the opportunity to clear her head. When she reopened her eyes, they drifted from the Mandalorian, to Tyris, and then to Saran. Her gaze continued to drift between all three before she let out a grunt, turned in her chair, and flopped back into it. Her boots came up to rest against the console, ankles crossed over one another. Her fingers laced behind her head as she leaned the chair back.


"I think we'll go with a good 62% interest rate. I think that sounds reasonable."


[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Tyris Hayes"]
[member="Corin Tal'verda"]

 

[Revenchent]

Corin had to remind himself what he was dealing with. Criminals and a Jedi Knight, if the Miraluka was to be believed. They had no idea as to his true purpose for being on Naboo, nor did he think they would understand if he told them. On that note, he doubted they would care on way or another if they did know. It was better to keep his true purpose to himself, but he needed to get to Bothuwai. He would find his way to that world one way or another, no matter what the group consensus was. For now, he would play along, maintaining a relaxed figure as he watched the trio from his perch at the wall.

"I'm not looking to disappear," he stated plainly, "I didn't kill anyone. They don't know me, but you..." he gestured toward Astrid, Saran, and Tyris. "I'm sure there were cameras in that place. They'll know the three of you."

It was a stretch, but one Corin was willing to take. In reality, he doubted the RSF would care enough to pursue them beyond the system. Naboo was a Galactic Alliance world, and once they were beyond the alliance's borders, the fear of pursuit would be gone.

Corin looked out into the sea of blue that was hyperspace. He had no idea how long the flight would take, but he guessed it was going to be a tiresome one. Better to get some rest before they touched down on the world.

"You'll need to get your ident's scrubbed. My guy can do that." Corin explained as he pushed up off the wall. "Then you can figure out what you want to do. That Zabrak had connections far reaching into the outer rim. With this," he retrieved the Zabrak's datapad from his pocket, and shook it, "I know who they are. I need to find them; that's my place in this."

He paused, his eyes meeting Astrid's. "I don't need any credits." He paused, "I'm going to take a look at the ship. See what facilities are available. If you decide to make a decision on something regarding our course, let me know."

With that, Corin turned and started walking down the hall. They would have a few hours, at the least. He might as well see what he was dealing with in the meantime.

[member="Astrid"], [member="Tyris Hayes"], [member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Tyris Hayes]

Tyris did not need the womans money, especially with ridiculous interest fees like that. Tyris had more than a few favors with people on Bothawui., sadly he did not think they would be transferable to everyone else. But you never know with people.

Tyris could not help but agree when it came to Bothawui, almost every secret in the galaxy has passed through Bothawui at one point or another. It is a hub of secrets, spies, and political intrigue. If you needed to know something about somone, you can probably find it on Bothawui. Just as you can find secrets on Bothawui, you can hide them just as well. Though it was not encouraged by the government of Bothawui, you could find plenty of illegal services relating to information very easily. That included a completely new identity, which is what he assumed atleast Tyris needed. Others might need other services.

"I have the cameras covered. They wont be able to find a thing, we got the cameras covered far in advanced. You dont leave any evidence behind when you conspire to commit murder." He said to the Corrin

"And i dont think you introduced yourself Ms. Highlights, everyone else did, i would like you to do the same." Tyris said

[member="Corin Tal'verda"]
[member="Astrid"]
[member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Saran Drast]

As she listened to the woman's offer for a loan, Saran laughed. "I've known loan sharks with better rates, ma'am" Leaning back on the wall, wary of turning her back on a man she couldn't really see, the knight frowned. "I don't entirely know that the RSF will care much, or have much power, outside Naboo. They have the Galactic Alliance on their side, but still." Sighing, she turned to the rest. "They have bigger problems than a murderer and shipjackers." With that, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Still, I'm out of things to look at. I need some lead on this..." She paused. Did she want to say that? One of them had shot her. The other didn't tell her name. Not the mot trustworthy person.

Without another word, she turned and headed to the bunks. Laying down on one, she plugged her datapad into an earpiece and whispered into it. As the device searched, she sighed.

Back to square one.

[member="Astrid"] [member="Corin Tal'verda"] [member="Tyris Hayes"]

 

[Astrid]

So, none of them were willing to accept her credits. That was all swell and dandy, she concluded. Listening to the words spoken from all three of them, she shifted in her chair and found a more comfortable position. She unlaced her hands, however, and rested her arms atop the arm rests. She turned her head and caught Corin's gaze and she nodded. "Go right ahead. I can probably tell you what it has right off of the bat, minus customized addons, of course."

Astrid did not directly respond to Saran's words nor her departure, but Tyris' made her frown.

If there was anyone she trusted the least, it was the old man. He'd admitted to conspire to murder someone, and had even managed to succeed in that. Not only that but he'd also attempted to assassinate a Jedi. Even though she had turned her back to them, content in the pilot seat, she felt secure enough in her position to not have to keep her eyes upon them directly. After all, she was the one flying the old bird.

The casual way in which she drew the Blaster Pistol from underneath the console and turned the chair did not mirror the serious look in her gray eyes. "You can leave like the other two or I will make you. Politely remove yourself and go find a bunk to bunker down on. If there's anyone among our rag-tag band of misfits that has zero rights, it's you. You, in cold blood, murdered the Zabarak. And you tried to kill the Jedi, and I don't put it past you to try again. So, the sooner you get out of my face, the better. You'll get no information from me, old man, as I don't quite find that I don't care what you would like. Get gone."


[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Tyris Hayes"]
[member="Corin Tal'verda"]

 

[Revenchent]

Corin was vaguely aware of a commotion going on back in the cockpit. He paid it no mind, figuring that whatever spats they might have had would be resolved without blasters being fired. It was an optimistic hope, and perhaps he put too much faith in this group of strangers, but he held it anyway. There were other things he needed to take care of.

He would have been an idiot if he didn't scout out the ship before all this chaos began. He'd sat on the vessel for hours waiting for the would-be assassin to try and make his escape. Just as Corin expected, the jetiise had gone straight for the old Zabrak, and paid for it with his life. Absentmindedly, Corin scrolled through the information held within the datapad, his brow furrowing as further revelations came to life.

"Tion'jor o'r corellia's she'cu harans cuyir ibic olar?" He asked the datapad, as if it might give him information if he spoke to it in his native tongue. Cursing, Corin stuffed the device away.

It was then that he heard the plodding of six little feet. He only had a moment to shout as a furry little beast pounced on him. It was about the size of a Kath Hound pup, but it was all muscle. It easily overpowered him, its snake-like tongue flicking out to taste his face.

Corin couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ve'ganir off, Lord Cabur. Off!"

The Strill finally relented, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Corin reached up to scrath the aging creature behind the ears. "How's the ship? You didn't leave any particularly smelly presents for me to find, did you?"

The Strill tilted forward somewhat, almost as if in a nod. Amused Corin tapped Cabur over the top of his head, and rose to his feet. It was only then that he caught sight of [member="Saran Drast"] - he'd been ambushed by the Strill just outside her room.

Corin just stood there, blinking. Lord Cabur's lips curled back in a defensive baring of teeth. Evidently, the Strill had failed to notice her too.

"...Hello again."

[member="Astrid"], [member="Tyris Hayes"]

 

[Tyris Hayes]

No, he was not going to get gone, this needed to be resolved, he was not going to sit on this ship with someone who hated him. It would take quite awhile to get to bothawui, and he was not going to sit with someone who thought of themselves as perfectly innocent and having done no wrong doing.

"Look who is talking. You probably think of yourself as having done no wrongdoing? You knowingly broke onto someone's property, beat someone over the head, and then stabbed another one twice in the legs, with minimal provocation. You then were an accomplice for an attempted murderer, you stole a starship, then you tried to become a loan shark by giving us shaky loans, and now you are pointing a gun at me." He said, pointing to the gun she held in her hand. "I might not be completely void of wrongdoing, but look at yourself, you are not either. You probably thing you are mostly void of wrongdoing, you sure as hell act like it. Let me tell you, you are guilty of stuff too, how much can you get for murder 60 years? At most? That is how much i could get. You could get 40 years for the double assault, a few more for the breaking and entering. A few more as an accomplice. Grand theft starship? Maybe 4 years." Tyris continued.

"Now we are stuck in this situation together, and my life depends on yours, and I bet you good money that at one point during this whole thing, your life will depend on mine, and when people's lives depend on each other, that is when trust is the most important thing you can. I know from experience, I served almost my entire life in the military, I know the meaning of trust. When your life relies on another guy doing his job just right, you learn real fast that if you don't trust him, things go awry really damn fast. If we want to actually fix the problem we currently have, all of us, we need to trust each other. The first step to trust is knowing each other's names, now if you feel the need, you could kill me right now, I won't try and do anything about it. I will trust you will make the decision that seems right to you. Just be warned if you pull the trigger, you will be no better than me."


[member="Corin Tal'verda"]
[member="Astrid"]
[member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Saran Drast]

"Search for 'Darth Psyona' in Jedi Order Archives." There was a relatively short pause as she listened. "Search 'Cassandra Drast' in Jedi Order archives" Another pause. "Read out entry names." She seemed to stop, let out a sigh, and sat up. "Limit search to thirty years ago or earlier." She paused, this time for a brief moment, before the woman let out an exasperated sigh and let herself fall backwards onto the bed. There was silence for a moment before she spoke again. "Search for 'Darth Psyona' in the Grey Library."

Still nothing. At least, nothing new. She needed more information. Were the Templar Archives still there? Maybe she should see what was left of them. Hmm. Maybe she could try that when you get to Bothuwai. That could be worthwhile.

"...Hello again."

Instincts kicked in as the woman recoiled, a hand raising up to ward of the invisible attacker. "Gah!" Lowering her guard, she let out a long breath. "How long have you been there?"

[member="Astrid"] [member="Corin Tal'verda"] [member="Tyris Hayes"]

 

[Astrid]

Of all that the old man said, the only thing that appeared to affect her was his accusations of calling her a loan shark. She stared at him, her expression hard. Behind the veil, Astrid's lips were pressed firmly together. Through a set of clenched teeth, she warned him. "And all of that doesn't make me a murderer. You, in seemingly, cold blood murdered your employer and attempted to murder a Jedi. I'll give it to you that you may not have known, but considering the reputation and impressions you've given me, I wouldn't be surprised if you know she was all along."

She paused, keeping the blaster trained upon Tyris. "As far as I'm concerned, the easiest way to fix this mess is to turn you into the authorities. You may have taken care of the recordings, but what about your men? Don't you think it's going to be strange that your employees are strewn all over that estate, that they fired on authorities, and their head is missing. Not to mention they did see us all in the hanger. Your limp, I'm sure, is a dead give away. If you ask me, the easiest way to put thud all behind us is to turn you in. But, that's just one girl's opinion. Now, please. I'd rather not have to riddle you with holes. Turn around, old man. Go find a bunk, because you're sure as hell not getting any trust from me. Not until you earn it."