Elsewhere...
"Are we really gonna follow that data chip?" Salk Vahl asked as the ramp extended and the door opened to the ship.
Gon nodded his head,
"I reckon it's a good idea. Though, there is one thing off about that Dragon."
"What do you mean, Captain?" Caesar spoke slowly as the trio milled about the inside of the ship.
"Just how old is he? The way he spoke about everything... It's like he's ancient. And then the ship. I just have a bad feeling about all of this." Gon sat down in the pilot's seat and sighed.
"I told you that this job was stupid. And now we're in a stupid spot..." Salk sighed,
"We should have never gone into business with those Inquisitors."
"We should have completed the job. But the Captain was too scared." Caesar laughs mechanically.
Gon Fol shakes his head slowly,
"No, it was about honor. I couldn't honorably sneak attack another Mandalorian. It's not right."
"What about our business on Tatooine? We still need to end all of that bad blood." Salk asked as she sat in the co-pilot's seat.
"Ah yes... The warring desert towns that love us so much." Caesar laughed again.
"My brother and sister are there too..."
"Plus a whole lot of people who want me dead."
"Well that's your own fault. Carrying around that knockoff Darksaber draws unwanted attention." Salk chuckled.
"It's n-" He sighed loudly, "Just prepare for takeoff."