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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?"

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