You have nice manners for a thief.

[Kitt Solo]

[SIZE=10pt]“C’mon Kitt, we’ve got a job,” the salt and pepper haired man gave the young hunter a critical look. The Corellian whiskey burned down her throat and she set the glass on the table with a loud clang, lips parting in a smirk that was quickly hidden as she pulled her scarlet mask up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Relax Chuck, I just needed something to warm up my bones,” standing, she thwacked the older man on the shoulder in good humor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Yeah, well, I’ll relax when we’ve got the job done and we’re free and clear from the sith master’s house.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Big ol’ Chuck scared of a sith master?” Chestnut brows lofted with the quip.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Don’t get cocky, kid. I forgot you’re still young and stupid.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She scowled. “Relax. Reports say one Mister @[member="Christian Slade"] won’t even be home.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“For all our sakes, let’s hope not.” Kitt didn’t really question the job or who their mystery employer was. Holocrons meant credits and that was all that mattered to the up and coming Solo. Girl had to eat…and drink.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Getting in wasn’t so bad. There was a reason she paired up with Chuck. Not only was he muscle but he was also a real whiz with disassembling alarm systems of any kind. The moon shone full in the windows as the pair made it into the front of the house.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Kitt,” Chuck was also an excellent whisperer. “Keep your force lizard close. If you see him in the bedroom shoot him with a tranquilizer before he feels the force bubble.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She shifted the pack that held the yslamiri and nutrient board on her back. “Yeah, yeah. This isn’t amateur hour.” Disappearing without seeing Chuck’s shaking head, she tiptoed silently down the long hallway, dart-gun already in her gloved hand. According to the schematics, the bedroom would be the third door at the end. Pausing for a moment, free hand slowly pressed the door open, moonlight catching on myrtle ellipses as she peered through the darkness.[/SIZE]

 

[Christian Slade]

As the pair crept through the home, a fire still burned in a living room, with not nearly enough furnishings to fill it. In the middle of the room there was a lone chair that sat, unused, but placed right in front of the fire as if he'd been sitting there watching it for a time. As they passed through the room and into one of the halls leading to the master bedroom a ting filled the room ever so gently like the smallest of bells.

It was no bell, but in fact it was a cube of ice striking the side of a glass of whiskey that finally became visible, along with the form of a half naked man as he dropped his hand, releasing his cloak of the force. Slowly he pushed himself up from the seat, standing, his glass still in hand, his half naked form striding across the room behind them as they scoured the rest of the home.

As they entered the bedroom, Christian slipped in behind them. The soft fabric of the nights pants that he was wearing did not make a sound, and the fact that he was wearing nothing else had made it easy to practice guile as he followed. He came to a stop about five feet behind the both of them as they looked through the room, their attention surely on his bed hoping not to find him in it. When they wouldn't, they might be relieved, though it would be short lived. Christian had no qualms with dispatching thieves from that life, but as he waited on them to notice his presence, he raised his glass with his right hand, placed it's edge against his bottom lip, and drew in a nice mouth full, gulping it down in the next moment.

The sound of his one, thick, gulp from his throat flowing through the room, ever so lightly, though audible to the most cautious of thieves, he was sure.

@[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as the sound that wasn't from her partner shot through the stillness. Spinning around, the chestnut-haired girl fired the dart at the man's chest. Myrtle ellipses locked onto golden orbs and widened slightly in surprise before sharpening. He wasn't what she expected for a sith master.

The good news was, his proximity was well inside the numbing ysalimiri field. The bad news was he really was that close. Index-finger jammed down on the trigger again and fired a second dart at his figure. With inhuman reflexes, she backed up around the bed and toward the window Chuck was already opening. A burst of cold, night air blew into the man's bedroom as Chuck's opening attempts were finally successful. "C'mon Kitt!" The old man swore as he stumbled, already half out.

@[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian watched closely as the woman opened fire, but he'd been expecting that. As a matter of fact, he'd already raised his left hand, palm out and was ready to stop the dart in it's tracks. What he hadn't been expecting was that his connection to the force had been restrained somehow, though not entirely. He could gather the force, but his attempts to use it reminded him of every time he'd gone to the dentist and tried to speak after having had a shot to numb his mouth so that it could be worked on.

His eyes widened ever so slightly as he realized that the force was no use to him, and quickly he raised his glass across his body. He was lucky, yes, but he was also fast. These were the only factors that contributed to the dart striking the glass and altering it's trajectory. The glass shattered in his hand, which cut him in a few placed, but it was better than being tranquilized by some no name thieves he'd never met in his life.

Before even the glass from his shattered cup had hit the ground, Christian dove to his right behind a couch in the room for cover to avoid any other of the darts that might have followed. As a matter of fact, he heard one or two popping the couch and the wall behind him as he reached up and snatched a sliver platter from the table next to him. Raising up from behind the couch, Christian glanced across the room with those golden eyes and spotted one of them struggling to one of the windows open, which he finally did after a moment.

Watching the mane carefully, Christian's golden eyes narrowed in the slightest hint of anger while he hid behind the couch and the platter he was holding up to cover his chest and face. He watched and waited for a moment to chase them, knowing that they had something that was counter acting his ability to use the force. That much was certain, what wasn't was what they'd found that could do such a thing.

No matter what, though, Christian knew that whatever it was it worked more like an insect repellent than anything. It must have had a range, and as soon as they were out that window, he had a strong suspicion that he'd be able to use the force again...

...and they'll be catching hell for it.

@[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

[SIZE=10pt]Chuck went first and she held her ground, barrel of the dart gun trained on the man’s chest. “Go ahead, I’ll cover you and meet at the rendezvous,” lips moved beneath the scarlet cloth. “So sorry about this…Mister Slade, was it? It’s not personal, just a job.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The chilling bite of wind hit her back as her figure was framed by the full-moon. Myrtle-ellipses remained alert, trained to focus on her foe’s muscle movements. “Just stay back, I don’t wanna have to hurt you.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She had to buy Chuck some more time, even though he was probably swearing up and down about her stupidity. Keeping the dart gun trained on Christian, she lowered herself out the window, before disappearing over the ledge and hitting the cobblestones below.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]@[member="Christian Slade"][/SIZE]

 

[Christian Slade]

Now was his chance...

Darting across the room like a bolt of lightning, Christian reached the window, having rared back his right arm, the silver platter held above. He focused on the furthest target away from his home, the man had made it out the window first and he was ahead of the girl. He heaved the heavy platter over his head, and it spun like a disk, shooting through the air heading right for the back of the man trying to make his quick exit.

Grabbing the windowsill, Christian then threw his legs up and over it, throwing himself with his physical strength alone out into the cold night air. He was falling right for the girl, which was exactly what he wanted, but without the force it was going to be a bit rougher a landing than he'd prefer.

"PING!"

The silver platter hit it's mark, striking the back of the fleeing thief's neck and sending him face first into the grass. He laid there motionless for the time, but Christian could only hope that it had knocked the man out. If not, he might have a little trouble later. No turning back now, though, he'd already made chase.

The tall, lean figured man came down in front of Kitt, one knee striking the ground and snapping a the cobblestone path beneath them. As he came down, his right hand grabbed the barrel of her dart gun and held it pointed away from him. As he rose from the ground he raised his knee and forced it through the body of the gun, snapping it into thousands of pieces in the woman's hand. He then turned, the moonlight cascading down upon them both, every finely combed inch of his body, each and every muscle swollen by the rush of adrenalin through his veins.

He stood there, looking down on the delicate little thief with a less than pleased look on his face, chest heaving and golden eyes watching her very carefully and ready to make a move if he had to. He might not have been able to use the force, but he was a powerful man regardless of his metaphysical power.

@[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Christian Slade"]

"Chuck!" Muffled voice strained and eyes narrowed as her gun was shattered. Defiance flashed in her gaze. "Hey, that was expensive!" Over the lumbering man's shoulder she caught a glimpse of Chuck stirring which was a good thing.

The man wasn't dead.

Lithe fingers reached into her pack and she took out one of two flash grenades. Leaping away from Christian so her back was to the wall, she threw it between them and dipped her head down, strands of tangled, chestnut hair falling to shield her eyes.

 

[Christian Slade]

There wasn't much the man could do. The girl was quick, and she'd managed to put distance between them and leave behind a grenade. He should have been more prepared for that, but then again, how could he be? He was chasing a thief in his yard half naked in the middle of the night... and it was cold...

Turning away and raising his arms to shield himself form the blast, Christian braced for the explosion, which followed immediately. The light washed over him in an instant, but blinding and stunning in display. His eyes were useless and his body was shocked by it, stunning him in place for a moment. The blast of energy that followed wasn't much for him to have to put up with, but it did set him off balance, and in that state he couldn't help but to drop to one knee, bracing the ground with one hand as he clinched his eyes shut tightly behind the blanked of his other hand.

He would have cursed could he have found the words to, but instead his mind was at work after he'd gathered his senses. His eyes still burned with the white light of the flash, but he was able to stagger to his feet. A moment later he was able to barely open one of his eyes enough to see as he approached the thief he'd struck with the silver platter. As he reached the man, he knelt down and grabbed him by the throat, picking him up slowly as he raised back up to stand at his full height.

The games had gotten annoying and Christian had already been tired. He was through with whatever it was these two were trying to pull, and his distaste for it all had become apparent as he pulled the man over in front of him and stood him up straight, looking down into his face with those golden eyes of his. As he did, he grimaced when the man finally came back to and began to struggle, hoping to get free. When he did, Christian jerked the man up into the air and held him there dangling helplessly.

"ENOUGH!", he said, speaking to the young girl rather than to the kicking, squirming man who's throat he was slowly crushing with his bare hand.

@[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Christian Slade"]

[SIZE=10pt]“Stop, please!” Kitt was loyal to those she worked with and her friends. She cared about the ol’ man even if he didn’t feel the same way. Approaching the sith master like he was a wild animal, she moved slowly. Reaching behind, she slipped her shoulder free from the pack’s strap and set it slowly on the ground. It looked like she was disarmed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Let him go,” voice carried over the bitter wind, “take me, instead. We can talk this out…” myrtle ellipses trailed up Christian’s form and she thought she caught movement of shivering.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Gloved hands raised slowly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“…back in your warm and cozy house.” Being force sensitive, she already felt the numbing effect of the lizard ebb as she nudged the pack further from her form and closer to Chuck. Nothing meant anything without names or proper introductions. “Name’s Kitt, Kitt Solo.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]And there went the first rule of the jobs; don’t identify yourself. For Chuck’s sake and her own, she felt like she owed the half-naked man some honesty.[/SIZE]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian's golden eyes watched the girl closely as she slowly made her way across the yard towards him. She was trying to seem as harmless as possible, but she didn't seem the type. She was much more dangerous than he cared to admit about any enemy he'd ever faced. They hadn't squared off directly, no, but she was resourceful, fast, and despite his muddled senses in the force, he could swear she was force sensitive just like him. That meant that whatever they were using to numb his connection to the dark side was effecting her as well.

She must not have been very used to her abilities with the force, and they couldn't very well have a Sith Master doing as he pleased. Really, it made sense, but it didn't piss him off any less.

"The gun was expensive huh?", he asked, slipping his hand into his night pants and pulling our a walled filled with credits and cards for electronic cred. There was thousands and thousands of cred in that wallet, and he simply rared it back over his shoulder and threw it at her as if he were throwing stones at an animal to get it off his lawn. "Then go buy another one, and a spare."

Looking from the girl back to the man who was getting slower and slower as he struggled, he lightened his grip a bit. He'd been getting little air, and he'd just about suffocated the man when he'd realized that he was bearing down a bit hard. As he loosened his grip on the man's throat, though, Christian looked back to the girl, lowering the man almost to the ground as he said, "While you're at it..."

He then pulled the man towards him a bit, and then snapped him in the opposite direction, tossing him like a bag of trash towards the girl. When he hit the ground, he rolled and skipped across the lawn until he came to rest at Kitt's feet, still breathing, but certainly done with whatever it was they were doing there that night.

"...take that with you.", he said, scoffing in anger as his muscled chest rippled with motion, shivering from the cold just before he walked off in the direction of his home not saying another word to the pair.

@[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Christian Slade"]

Stubborn nature kicked in after she made sure Chuck still had a pulse. She stepped past him and grabbed the hand of Christian, attempting to dig in her heels and spin the giant of a man around. She'd be lucky if she even stopped his forward momentum. The wad of credits was in her palm as she pressed it against his chilled fingers.

"I don't need your credits," tongue clicked against teeth as her cheeks flushed to match the color of her mask. "I'm not a vagrant who..." voice trailed off as a shadow moved in her periphery. The force lizard was a little ways off now, letting her untrained force senses truly kick in. Scarlet-bolts filled the air around them. "The kriff...," throwing her toned-form into the sith master, she tried knocking him out of the way while throwing herself to the ground. Her shoulder burned as one of the bolts bit through the fabric of her shirt and into her skin.

Sith troopers after her or after Christian, she wasn't sure. Maybe they weren't sith troopers, probably some other authority or bounty hunters.

Fricken hunters.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian turned as soon as he was grabbed and snatched the wallet from her hand. He threw it out into the yard, yelling back at the young woman, "A thief who won't take handouts? What a joke!"

All of a sudden, the young woman threw herself into him, trying to push him from where he was standing. She was unsuccessful, however, and she fell to the ground at his feet, a smoldering burn on her shoulder still smoking as a wave of blaster bolts bore down on them both. The ripped past him as he stood there in defiance, but quickly, without thinking about it, Christian knelt down and threw himself over the girl.

The bolts zipped past them for a moment, one skipping across his shoulder, another skipping off his side, his arm, and the last on striking him in the opposite shoulder, but landing solid, the scorched skin smoking, though the penetration was slight with skin as tough as Christians, and being as large a man as he was.

Still, it was not preferred, and as he stood, he slowly turned and realized that the force had come back to him again. Raising his hands, Christian plucked the reloading men from their group one at a time, throwing them into tree after tree, a couple of them he threw into the walls of his mansion, and the last he picked straight up, his hand arching back towards himself as the force pulled him towards he and the girl who was recovering.

Holding out his hand, the man stopped and hovered there for a moment before Christian turned his palm up, raising the man a little higher, and then palm down, throwing his hand into the ground beneath their feet. He then raised his hand again, the force peeling his body up from the grass and pulled him close as he said, "...and just who the hell are you?"

@[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Christian Slade"]

Oh stars, so this was what it felt like to get hit by a blaster bolt. It hurt eight times worse than being burned by the hydro-spanner. The cold blades of grass pushed against her cheek, their chill keeping her conscious even as the man's protective warmth left her. And why, why did she try knocking him out of the way and why did he shield her? She remained curled up at Christian's feet, trying to get her bearings.

Through the searing heat in her tender shoulder, she managed to hear the captive trooper's response. "I will never tell you what the master has planned, for all of you," his gaze flitted down to Kitt before returning to Christian and chewing down a cyanide pill in his tooth, choking on his own poison and death.

An internal chill worked its way up Kitt's spine. Head brushed against the sith's feet as she tried vainly to sit up. Black spots swirled in her vision and her head thumped back down on the cold blades of grass within Christian's shadow.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian was about to have at the rest of the men strewn about the property as they, one at a time, picked themselves up and tried to escape. He was about to get to work when he heard the soft thud of the girl's head against the ground at his feet, which took his attention.

Watching her for a moment, he narrowed his eyes on her wound, wondering why the men that he would have expected to be her allies opened fire on all of them without a moment's hesitation. It was something that he very much intended to get an answer to, from one of the men still in the area. At least, he would have, had there been a soul in site the next time he looked up and cast those golden eyes out across his property.

They may have been a pack of idiots, but they were a quick, tough pack of idiots who'd managed to get out of dodge quicker than Christian would have expected.

-hours later-

...

The intensity of the fire was necessary because the owner preferred to keep the house cool. That fire was the only source of heat, but it was a large fireplace, with a raging fire burning to keep the living room warm.

In that living room there was a couch with a young, masked woman(@[member="Kitt Solo"]) stretched across it and laying on her stomach. Across her shoulder there had been a light blue liquid smeared over a singe mark from a blaster bolt she'd suffered that very evening. In a big, cushioned chair next to her there was an older man, passed out still with his hands in his lap. Both were enjoying the warmth of the fire as the third person present still stirred in the evening.

That man was standing in kitchen for the longest time, hands stretched out on either side of the sink as he stared down into the dark grey steel it was made of. He was thinking about that night and what exactly had happened, the singed marks and a specific hole where he'd actually taken the full impact of a blaster bolt still freshly black, and in some places bleeding.

Sighing as he knew that he didn't have the evidence to piece it together, Christian raised up and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. He strode past the fire, checking on his thieving guests to make sure that they were okay. Still fast asleep, from what he could see, and so he continued on through the room and into one of the long hallways that lead back to a bedroom. Entering the bedroom, his bedroom, Christian made his way into the bathroom, grabbing a small tin of the same material he'd applied to the young woman and bringing it in with him.

He swung the door shut behind him, but it was his house. He'd never bothered to lock a door before. Why start now?

Walking through the bathroom he ran a hot bath, sliding off his night pants, which would need to be cleaned anyway considering they'd been through hell that night. He then stepped into the bath, setting the tin on the table next to it and slowly lowering himself into it as the water ran, slowly filling the tub. It was soothing after a night like he'd had, but he couldn't help but to flinch, the bridge of his nose being overrun by wrinkles as he clenched every muscle in his body.

The hot water stung the wounds on his back, especially the one in the middle of his left shoulder. It was raw and now the wound had opened because of the heat of from the water. Small traces of blood spun ribbons of red in the water behind him as he reached back and ran a hand full of water down his back. Again, he flinched, hissing this time, but trying to keep it down so that he wouldn't wake the others. His hand shook as he ran the soap over his sides where there had been scorch marks. He then ran it up his right shoulder, running it along the glancing shot there as well.

He then started to run his hand down his back on his left side, but the moment he touched the worst of his wounds he drew in a sharp gulp of air and rocked forwards, his long brunette here scattering from atop his crown, each one dipping into the water just below him as he suppressed a scream.

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Christian Slade"]

Kitt stirred on the couch, feeling disoriented from the sudden absence of cold grass and...danger. Jerking awake, she sat up, gently checking the shoulder wound that was doing considerably better. The warmth of the fire reflected off her exposed skin as she recognized the house they were in. They.

"Chuck," lips parted the whisper and the ol' man stirred. Standing, she gingerly checked him for wounds. He seemed okay. More than okay. She frowned as she began putting the puzzle pieces of what happened together. They had been double crossed, but why? And why had the sith master bothered to bring them in at all? Who was Christian Slade?

Rolling her healing shoulder, her frown deepened. Fingertips reached inside Chuck's bag and gently took out the holocron they were hired to steal. She had to talk to him. Wandering back to his bedroom, she knocked on his closed door. Hearing no response, she gently pushed it open.

Talk about deja vu.

"Mister Slade?" Myrtle ellipses widened as she saw the state of the wounds from the man in the tub. If she was embarrassed to barge in on the man, naked, it didn't show on her face. Working with one of the best mechanics in the galaxy, Kitt was not found to be shy around men.

Quickly walking over, she perched on the side of the marble-tub, grabbing a rag and some cleaning ointment she saw on the counter, setting the holocron down. "Need some help?"

Lips twitched beneath her mask; the man seemed as stubborn as she was.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian's golden eyes watched her closely as she ventured through the bathroom to him. He still wasn't sure he could trust her, and the expression on his face hinted at his distrust. Though, as she reached him, it didn't really matter. She wasn't taking his standoffish hesitation as a warning, and in stead had already taken the ointment from the table next to him.

As she prepared to apply it, Christian looked over his shoulder at the woman who was sitting on the edge of the tub behind him. His eyes narrowed on the woman as he asked, "What are you doing?", with a rather harsh tone applied to the words. As he repositioned himself to sit further away from her, some of the water splashed up his back, only just licking the wound with it's heat. He seethed again, doubling over as his fingers dug unto the marble, which began to crack against the pressure of his fingertips.

He restrained himself, though, and managed to say, "You should be resting..."

@[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Christian Slade"]

Tongue clicked in her mouth, amusement reflecting in her eyes. "I think you know what I'm doing. And so should you, instead of cracking marble." Eyeing his distance from her own position, she shook her head once, feathered strands of chestnut hair skipping over her face. Kicking off her boots, she rolled up the edge of her pants and dipped her toes into the warm bathwater before picking back up the cloth and cleaning solution. She remained seated on the un-cracked marble edge of the tub.

"You're not gonna make this easy for me, are you?" Tipping the solution on the cloth with elbows perched on her bent knees, she leaned over the water and hovered the rag over one of his scorch marks. "This is gonna hurt. Three...Two...," without waiting for one, she gently dabbed the cloth over the wound.

 

[Christian Slade]

"Grrrrrrrr...", the man growled, amid clenched teeth and fists which shook as his eyes shook with anger. It stung deep into his flesh, and when she'd dabbed the liquid on him he tried hard to restrain himself. He did well, for the most part, through the water in the tub shivered ever so slightly with the tiny reverberations of the force that he'd release unintentionally.

"Dammit that hurt.", he cursed, not even bothering to look back at the woman again when he was so vulnerable there, injured and naked. He simply closed his eyes out of relief that the pain was quelled for a moment before she was to do it again. He lowered his head, taking a couple calm breaths, his soaked hair hanging over his tired facial features.

He sat there, motionless and waiting for the rest of the pain to come, which would surely be worse, especially when she finally got to the deepest of wounds in the middle of his left shoulder. "Well... can't stop once you've started.", he said.

@[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Christian Slade"]

Did she realize he could easily snap her neck in this moment? Yes. It gave her a rush of adrenaline. But at the same time, she wasn't scared. It wasn't in her nature to be scared for her own life, which was what probably made her so reckless.

"I didn't think a sith master would be so vulnerable with antiseptic," she gently teased, a short chuckle escaping parted-lips. "And you're right, gotta keep going. It would also be silly if a sith master died of preventable infection." Leaning in closer, she reached for the worst of his wounds next, the last ones she hadn't gotten. With fresh ointment on the cloth, she rested it over the burn marks, trying to be as gentle as possible.

Maybe it would help if she pictured this just like working on another starship engine.

"So," she spoke to help keep his mind off the pain, and to get some answers. "That holocron over there," chin tipped to the one she brought in, also sitting on the edge of the tub. "Why would someone hire people like...us," she spoke with cautious-regret, "to steal it...and then kill us? What's so important on that thing?"

Then again, maybe they weren't supposed to be dead. Gnawing on her lip, thoughts turned inward as she finished patching up Christian.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian shivered with anger as he again hissed at the pain. This time the water rippled faster, the waves hopping up higher against him and the inner edge of the tub. Slowly they died own again, though, as the initial pain slowly dulled. "Do you want me to shoot you a few time and then rub ointment on your back to see how you feel about it?", he asked, looking back over his shoulder at the woman with a look of irritation on his face like he couldn't believe she was even there, which he still couldn't really.

"Mmmmmmmmmm...", Christian sighed and irritated, pained sigh as he exhaled the hot air from his lungs as the pain slowly was quelled. After that, he leaned forward a bit in the tub, sliding his bare arms deeper and deeper into the water in order to absorb as much of the heat from the water as he could. He then finally replied to the girl as she continued to patch his wounds.

"It holds years and years worth of ancient Sith teachings, some of which were thought lost.", he started to say, not caring if the woman knew exactly what was on it. After all, she wasn't the one that really wanted it. She was just doing her job. "It is invaluable to a the Empire, and my guess is that they figured you would find a way to examine what contents it held before you delivered it and find out what true value it had and that you were running a fool's errand."

@[member="Kitt Solo"]