Velok's stomach rumbled in a way that shivered dust from the ceiling. "I'll let that be my answer," he said. "Well done."
Five minutes put them at a slopshop that served the local equivalent of delicacies: various bits of surviving Yuuzhan Vong biotech. For his part, Velok procured a whole pot of amphistaff gumbo. The snake-weapons had been chopped into sections the size of his thumb joint and stewed for hours over a basic cooking surface. The power glands conferred their own unique sour-hot spice to the dish once rendered down this far. He crunched vertebrae happily.
"I don't want to settle in here and I don't think you do either," he said. "We could cram ourselves back into the shuttle, maybe after a night's rest-" No more than a night, or the odds of some kind of attack would rise, his curse being what it was. "-and keep moving back toward known space. The easiest, safest route, though not by much, takes us through Companion Besh, Firefist. The big convoy that came out here launched from there, building off a couple of Outer Rim Coalition expeditions. There's at least two colony worlds on file, one former ORC, one Nagai, and then we could take the Nagai Trade Spine from Firefist to our home galaxy. Now that said...Firefist has an awful lot of interesting sights, by all accounts. Safe corners, opportunities. Might be some worthwhile places there."