Locked him up and threw away the key.
Or at least that's what he was telling everybody he could get to lend an ear. All of his, or rather his brother's connections listened but he'd been stuck in a prison cell for the better part of two weeks, waiting for either someone to graciously pay his way out or for some once in a million chance to escape. There was no third option, he refused to spend the next eight months in an actual Levantine Prison.
Despite all their talk of "freedom" and "exploration" the lot of them were pretty stone cold when it came to "minor" theft. At least he thought it was minor, apparently stealing some rich nobody's Alndys-class corvette was a big deal around here. Bummer.
He had called everyone though, and no one was picking up. His sister had suddenly decided she was too good for he and his brother's no good antics, Zeke himself had all but gone missing, none of Zeke's contacts made deals that were exceptionally good sounding and here he was, stuck rooming with a Gungan pirate who wouldn't shut up and eight months of prison and hard labour ahead of him. He had called his cousin Juddy as a last resort but...neither he or his pretty little wife had answered. As he lay in bed and stared at all the little lines across his hand he wondered if this was where his antics ended, where he lost his hair and became a clean shaven "good mannered young lad". Would he never again travel the stars unbowed? Explore the mysteries of young girl's hearts or even worse, be hitched to some shrew of a woman, never again to gaze upon the beauty that is the red-headed variety?
He hoped Judah got the message.
[member="Judah Dashiell"]
