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[Xander Morhaime]

"My ass already did rot away last time I was here, thank you. In the very literal sense," the clone replied coldly. "A merchant and retinue idea is good, perhaps... but you've already shown you are far too unstable to play the lead. It won't look good if I have to punch you back to sense again. I believe we do have someone who could play the part convincingly, however..." the clone's head now turned to the Jedi.

[Gargulec]

'Of course, I can play the merchant' said the Jedi. 'Just take this' she pointed at her collar 'off me.'

[Xander Morhaime]

"Ah, yes. That is a bit of a problem there," CX said, shaking his head. "I would need some form of assurance that you wouldn't go and throw me out of this ship through every solid bulkhead left in place the moment I took it off. Although, hmm..." the clone looked over at the rebel, the tone of his voice suggesting a big grin under his helmet. "Smuggler, Mandalorian muscle, and collared slave... we should fit in just perfect," he said with a nod, turning to the Jedi once more. "I just need a promise that we'll be working together, at least until we're out of this hell of a planet."

[Silhar]

"Unstable ? Try being stable with a tiggerhappy dark trooper on your back, dammit !", barked West Jr. with a bitter smile appearing on his face. "Not to mention that fraggin' toxine in my veins, of course... Well, whatever.", Vince calmed down in a split-second, seeing the Jedi looking at him. He grunted gently.
"Alright. We've got a merchant and her bodyguard. It would be nice if you took that piece of metal off her neck. This just sort of does not fit too good, tu sais."
After a while, he stopped being calm. When the trooper spoke his mind, that is.
"Yo, keep your sadomasochistic toys outta me, right ? All of you have some wierd dreams about collared slaves, alright ? Hands off, prick.", drawled the Rebel. "Cultural attache, good, trade consultant, even better. Nobody pays attention to slave's words - this way you wouldn't be able to use my talents in negotiations. We would sell the damned thing - at least few creds for beginning would help much better than your feeling of safety. You really don't have to worry about your rotten ass, trust me. I am ill, both on flesh as on fate, and she, it seems, " - he nodded at the Jedi - "does not believe in violence..."

[Xander Morhaime]

"You don't look the part of a diplomat," the clone pointed out. "And as for the collar... well, we could always cover it up with a scarf of one sort or another, if we don't take it off..."

[Gargulec]

'Of course I promise to not harm you should you take the collar of me' replied the twi'lek hastily, giving Triz long look.

[Silhar]

"I may not look so, but believe me - this is because of what you locked me up on Canceron.", the Rebel responded with a grim, nostalgic smile.
"I tell ya for the pack's own good - take the damned contraption off her neck. This is not a comfortable thing, point one. Point two, find a good-looking scarf suitable for a merchant over there. Point three, this device is possibly worth some, if you did not pay attention. Imperial tech is not something cheap. There are more points following. So ?"

[Xander Morhaime]

"The point is, that collar is the only thing keeping our friend here from wringing me out like a damp rag if she puts her mind to it. I'm going to want a solid guarantee of my own safety before I even think of touching it," CX said.

[Silhar]

"You would waste less time if you payed attention to what others say, you know ? Just a friendly tip. Two ears, one mouth. Less talking, more listening. You've got her promise, no ? I told you she is the least to believe in violence. Can't you see what she believes is something much diffirent from what you were facing everyday until now ? Can't you remember what she said when you punched me just for laugh in the jungle ? Can't you remember her tears over Fathima's dead body ? She was Imperial, too, dammit !...

After all those symptoms, do you still think she wants your blood ?"

[Xander Morhaime]

"I've seen what a Jedi can do to another person if they put their mind to it, even without a lightsaber. Plenty of times. Vicious lot, for all their preaching about peace and harmony. That's one. I never punched you for laughs, I punched you because you're rebel scum and because you were going off the deep end. That's two. Our dead companion probably wasn't as much of an Imperial as she would've liked us to believe. That's three," the clone listed off.

"Besides, if she keeps the collar, perhaps you might get to play your merchant part after all. If you think you can pull it off in those rags."

[Gargulec]

'So, what is you planned?' Triz interrupted your discussion. 'I hope that you will have some, for tomorrow we are- or you are, since I do not feel much obliged to help you- going to this post. So you better prepare yourself well. And take some rest, if I might suggest.'

[Silhar]

"Well... Why not. We may say that we are only survivors from a ship catastrophe, yes ? Ragged clothing won't cause much suprise, then.", the rebel replied to the Stormtrooper's idea. "On Jedi's topic now, can not you see she is clearly not willing to use her powers against you ? I don't tell you to trust me, of course."

"Miss, your words make me wonder.", he added, turning to Triz, a bit suprised, but with a generous smile. "You gave us shelter, you've shown us the way towards the post, finally, you presented me with a cure for that nasty thing I am suffering from. And now you are saying that you do not feel much obliged to help us. Quite suprising, all that hospitability, you know what I mean - the most of unwilling people would not dare to even speak to us. Nevermind, alright, I think we shall make it without you assistance. All I wanted to say is that we are already grateful for your help."

[Xander Morhaime]

"She had no trouble killing ten soldiers before she was captured. I think you'd be cautious as well in such a situation," the clone replied with a shrug. "At any rate - trader, bodyguard, and slave... all from one crashed ship. And speaking of crashed ships, I feel we shouldn't be leaving our pilot on her own too long. We have at least a semi-permanent shelter here - if our hostess allows it, or would be so willing as to escort one more person here...?"

[Gargulec]

'So you have a pilot as well?' asked Triz. 'Well, if she manages to get here, she can stay as long as she wants. As do you, I really do not find your presence disturbing.'

She yawned, put down her gun- finally!- grabbed one of the sleep bags, and quickly put herself into it. Indeed, the day was almost over, and Vince as well felt sleepy and very tired. CX... well, he did not. 

'But mind that I don't want to turn myself into a charity, so sooner or later, I will demand payment for my help to you. I hope that you concurred so much, right?' she added, before falling asleep. 'And try to avoid fiddling with the electronics here... I took me a few ages to repair them, and last thing I would want is some grunts fiddling with it. And that's all for today, good night for you.'

With those words on her lips, she closed her eyes. Few minutes later, CX's commlink came to life, filling the silence with familiar, female voice.

'Skye here... What's going on with you, people? I was trying to reach you for last few hours! Are you dead or something?'

[Xander Morhaime]

CX wasn't feeling quite so tired yet to sleep when everyone else did. Good thing, too, when the commlink piped up. He left the room where the others had been sleeping to go to a more quiet part of the ship to take the call.

"We're alive. At least most of us are. The spy you found out had a run-in with the local wildlife, I'm afraid. No such luck with the rebel, though. We've also been able to make contact with a... local, for lack of a better term. She's offered to get us to the local trading post. Can't say I trust her, but not much of a choice here at the moment... Anything to report on your end?"