An Intriguing Offer [Talau, NPCs]

[Mara]

Uncrossing his arms, Ean again shoved his hands into the pockets of his nerf-leather jacket, nodding in assent to her question. Good, she didn't want to dwell on the subject more than he did, and his answer seemed to satisfy her, at least for now. He was a man who preferred action, anyway, not silly discussions. And she seemed the same way; Ean could tell the woman was getting impatient.

He spoke quickly, indicating the offered freighter with a nod of his head. "You seem to know quite a lot about these ships, for a secretary." Ean thought about his words carefully; he couldn't throw her off. Not now. And if she couldn't help him, well, he would use her to find someone who could. It was time to put his plan in motion, an idea that had come to him while speaking to this woman.

Earlier as he entered the hangar, he had made a cursory glance around the outside walls, noticing where all the holocams were located and figuring out a prime blindspot as well. But now those other pilots where here. He'd have to work quietly. "It makes me wonder... can you fly it?" Ean raised his eyebrow, keeping his voice neutral with just a little bit of curiosity in it.

Without waiting for a reply, he jumped forward, grabbing her. In one fluid motion, he had a hand over her mouth and his blaster jabbed into her back. From this angle, he knew the cameras would only see their backs; he had spun them around to face the freighter. And they were also a fair distance, so nothing threatening would appear from this angle. As for the pilots on the other end of the hangar, on a glance, it would look like a lover's embrace. "If you scream, there's a hundred different ways I could kill you right now. Without the blaster." He whispered into her ear.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Samantha had shrugged slightly at his comment. She didn't know as much as she would have liked, or even as much as she should have she supposed, but she knew enough to tell someone what was wrong and if they were getting a good deal on fixing it somewhere or not. That was one of the good things about having had such a...shady...background. One tended to learn things that otherwise wouldn't have been learned, in her case it was smuggling deals, ships, lock picking, and just enough about explosives to make her a nuisance if she got her hands on some C4 and a bit of nitroglycerin...or even if she just got her hands on a few blasters. It didn't hurt that her father and brother had taught her just enough about splicing wires that she could get into, or out of, just about anything with an electric or computerized lock.

Well, I know a bit more than some...but that comes with the territory when you have relatives like mine. When it's ships we're talking about I can't fix a lick, but I can at least tell you what's wrong with 'em and if you're getting gypped at a repair shop.

She shifted slightly and rolled her eyes, huffing audibly at his next question. Of course she could fly one...she'd all but grown up on one of the dratted things after all! Samantha had been about to say such when he had swiftly closed the distance between them, one large hand covering her mouth the other shoving the business end of a blaster into her back while he spun them around. The whole thing had caught her completely off guard and so she was helpless to do anything but allow herself to be turned and held. She struggled slightly against the hold, already knowing that she wouldn't be able to get out of it no matter what she did...all he had to do was pull the trigger and she would be 'extra crispy' Samantha instead of 'original recipe' Samantha, which she found to be far more preferable than the former. As he whispered against her ear, she made a derisive little 'hmph' sound past his hand and sighed. Fine, he wanted to play this way, she'd play this way then. Just don't expect me to play nice once we're away from here...I may be a secretary, but I still went through training. Despite the anger flashing through her grey eyes, she nodded her understanding of the situation. No, she wouldn't scream...Sammy was too smart a girl for that. It was 'wait and bide your time' to get out of this mess, so she would do just that.

With her nod came a tremor that ran along her spine, making her entire being shiver slightly. The motion was one of obvious fear, or it would be if that was actually what she had been feeling. If the blond had been honest with herself she would have realized that she was a bit frightened of what this man might do, but as things stood, she was far more angry than anything else...so all she could do was keep up the pretense of her fear, if only to keep him off balance for long enough that she could find a way to get away from him.

[Mara]

He held onto her tight but relaxed his muscles slightly after she settled down. Ean didn't completely let down his guard; he had been in plenty of situations where subjects had "played dead," as it were. Too many of his fellow bodyguard trainees had fell into that trap. Though he wasn't smart, Ean had at least known enough to never relax his mind when he had someone in his grasp. One slip, and it would all be over for him.

"Good," he said, removing his hand from her mouth. He would trust her, for now. But he kept the blaster jabbed in his back just in case, quietly switching it from 'kill' to 'stun.' Ean still needed her more alive than dead. He felt her tremble slightly under his grasp as he moved his hand away from her face and around to her back to grab onto both of her hands to restrain her arms within the crook of his arm. The man ignored her movements; he didn't care if she was about to wet herself or was planning on springing. All he was focused on was his mission ahead and how to accomplish it successfully.

Ean led her closer to the freighter he had picked out moments ago, stepping around her dropped clipboard. Now closer, he could tell her name: Trailblazer. A little odd, he thought, for a Republic ship, but its name didn't matter. Its speed and armaments did. "Here's the deal," he said quietly. "You're gonna go get this baby warmed up and get permission to take off. Make them believe nothing is wrong." After they went up the ramp and into the ship, he loosened his grasp, but still kept the blaster pointed at her back. "Any wrong moves and... you get the holo."

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Furious and fairly frightened, Samantha stepped around the clipboard as Ean moved, she wondered just what all of this was about. No sooner had she followed this thought that he spoke again, laying out the immediate plan. She didn't bother saying anything until they were on the ship and in the cockpit. As he let her go, she turned to look at him for a moment, half glaring half frightened of what might happen next.

I don't understand...why, Mr. Stenner, would you do this kind of thing? They'll notice I'm gone, and well...after Miss Borgonia...I don't think they'll take being betrayed lightly...you're signing a death warrant for yourself!

Despite her words, she didn't feel like testing the business end of that blaster he was holding, and so she had slowly backed toward the controls before huffily plopping herself down into one of the seats. Only after a moment of making sure that he wasn't going to shoot her the moment she turned around did she move to face the controls and start the lift off checks. The various lights flashed at her blinking the ship's good condition and the thrusters thrummed to life behind them. Blue eyes scanned over the panels above and below her and after another moment she turned back to Ean, wondering why he wasn't over here helping her. She could only do so much, didn't this guy know ANYTHING about fly...THAT was it....he didn't know how to fly this thing! Maybe how to fly at all....

Mr. Stenner, you know very well that I can't do all of this on my own...stop posing and come help me if you want to take off today....besides, I can't make the call in to flight control...they'd recognize my voice. (I make enough calls to those idiots they recognize me NOW anyway)

With that last, mumbled, irritation, Sam reached one slender arm across the expanse of buttons, lights, and switches to flip a few up.

[Mara]

From behind her with the blaster pointed at her back, she couldn't see the amused grin come across his face. If she thought threat of a a death warrant would scare him, then she was in for quite the surprise. He couldn't help but chuckle as they arrived at the cockpit. "Do you know how many warrants are already on my record, lady? One more just adds to the collection." In fact, he did have a couple of warrants, but not quite for something as serious, nor so numerous as he made it sound. But yet they were there.

Ean followed her as she sat down in the pilot's seat and began running her fingers over the controls. He stood there casually between and just behind the two chairs, making sure the blaster's aim didn't waver from her head. Watching what she touched and when, he made a mental note. Just in case. Though, it would be better if she wrote it all down step-by-step for him. Another thing best left unsaid.

He smiled as she spoke again, taking charge. At least she had calmed down some and returned to her normal self, he thought. Ean hadn't expected her to remain scared and quiet for long, just waiting for his orders. She was quite the feisty woman. If it was another place in another time...

Coming back to the present, he acknowledged her comment about the control tower. It did make more sense for him to ask for permission to take off. They were, after all, expecting him to be leaving soon to find Major Borgonia. With a jaunty smile, he threw her a sloppy salute and sat down in the copilot's chair and sat his blaster in his lap, pointed in her direction, one hand resting nearby He didn't need to be continually hanging onto it. He could reach it quick enough if he had to. And if she ran, she had nowhere to go.

"Yes, my dear, but then we need to make a quick stop before heading to space. I need to pick up a few... things from my room." With his free hand, he turned on the comm controls and hailed Control. That, at least, was one item he could actually find on a control board. Comms were fairly easy to recognize. "Ean Stenner, Trailblazer, requesting permission to take off." They were quickly given the go-ahead, and he flipped off the comm. He turned to smile at Sam, rattling off directions to the nearest spaceport to his hotel and waved generically at the viewport. "Let's go."

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

"One more just adds to the collection." Oh yes, great thing to go bragging about Stenner...exactly what you would want everyone to know. Idiot. Rolling her eyes slightly, Samantha continued with the last of her checks. With that now done, she relaxed back and ignored the urge to glare at the man sitting in the seat beside him. He may not be bad looking, but he certainly had the personality of an interrogation room...irritatingly abrasive for how little there was to it. Well, she had to give the man credit for one thing...he was a complete ass. Sighing, she tried to think of something DECENT to say about the man...but what was there to say? Really? He was kidnapping her to chauffeur him around the galaxy in search of her former boss! Yes, that brought any number of things to say about him to mind, but certainly none of them were what one would consider decent. Ah! But there was ONE thing she could say about him that was decent: he wasn't a pirate. Thank the force for small miracles

Let's get this straight right now Stenner...I'm NOT your 'dear', or your 'pet', or any other name you might think is cute. Got it?

Shooting him a glare she spoke, she fell silent just as he commed in with control. Go figure, today was the ONE day that there wouldn't be any problems with the liftoff. Huffing her further irritation, the blond gripped the controls and pushed a button as she heard the transparisteel above them open to the sky above. The thrusters roared to life and she pressed another button, the ramp raised and the struts withdrew. Pulling lightly back on the controls, she brought the Trailblazer about and pushed the controls forward, sending them forward and out. It didn't take long for them to reach the platforms he'd directed her to.

That silver switch in front of you, if you want to land you'd better flip it otherwise we're crashing.

She stated moving in to land. One oddity about Samantha...she was willing to take a risk from time to time, and she was feeling risky today. If he didn't bring out the struts right away she was more than willing to crash them. Raising an eyebrow, she smirked at him slightly before looking back out through the view port.

[Mara]

(( I'm really enjoying this ;D ))



He had to admit, this chick had spunk. Ean was almost, almost, glad for it, actually. At least, it would make the trip interesting. He would have someone to talk to. Unless she started mouthing off too much. Then he might have to tranquilizer her and bind her up to make her behave. But for now, he was content to just grin and chuckle at her latest spout of sass. With a short laugh, he said, "Yes, ma'am, Miss Samantha."

Ean remained silent through the short trip from the Republic Military HQ to the spaceport nearest to his hotel lodgings. He kept a light hand on his blaster as a reflex, but other than that he just looked out the viewport, enjoying the sights. And enjoying the woman's obvious skill at controlling the freighter. If he hadn't run into her, he didn't know what he would have done. Just used the auto pilot function, he supposed. And even that wasn't entirely foolproof.

Neither was Samantha, but at least humans had the ability to change their minds and adapt to dangerous situations if they should occur. The ship's droid brain would just follow proctocol. And if this supposed dark Jedi of the Major's found him--a distinct improbability but Ean didn't want to count it out--he didn't want this ship's auto pilot getting him killed.

He was startled out of his thoughts when Samantha spoke to him again, a little less hostile this time. Ean glanced at the board in front of him, pretending to be shaking off his daydream and finally found the switch, flipping it in the opposite position. With the other hand, he grasped his blaster a little more firmly; if she was telling him the wrong controls, she would regret it.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

(no kidding! these two are too much fun. xP sorry it's such a crap post but, more just went wrong in my life so i'm kinda....*sigh* yeah. anyway, the next post will be better. promise.)

As he flipped the switch huffed again, not sure if she was pleased or disappointed with the fact that she didn't get to crash the blasted freighter. She listened as the whine of the struts started, and stopped, as she turned the freighter around to land it. Switching to the stabilizer thrusters, she brought the ship down, the newest strut giving a light grinding sound but giving no problems otherwise. Sam hadn't responded to his earlier chuckled reply, nor had she said much else to him, during the trip to the platform. As soon as they had landed, she leaned back slightly in the seat and waited for him to try and order her around again.

[Mara]

(( No worries. ))

Ean remained seated for a moment, trying to decide what to do with the woman. He could just lock her in a room on the ship and hope that she wouldn't cause any trouble or harm to herself. It would just be a quick run in, run out, any way. Or he could bring her with her, and hope she behaved herself out in public where he couldn't control the environment as well. Quite the problem.

He stood, picking up his blaster and leveling it at her again. Ean decided to let her decide. "You can either come with me and behave yourself or stay here and behave yourself. Your choice." He didn't care which she choose, but it would be preferable to have her on the ship and out of the way. No need for her to see all the various equipment he had stored in his hotel room, all the things he needed to pack up.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Samantha wasn't sure if she was happy or irritated at the fact that Ean hadn't allowed her the chance to crash the ship, so she simply huffed and folded her arms after setting the ship into a shutdown sequence. Hearing the engines whine slow in their motion, she too stood up and raised an eyebrow at the man who had just brought his blaster up...again.

Mr. Stenner, is that REALLY necessary? Put the blaster away before you hurt someone. If I was going to misbehave I would have done so when I had the chance to get help from the people in the base. And I'm not about to just sit here and wait like a trained dog, I'm coming with you. But then, I think you already guessed my decision didn't you?

Pulling her hair down from it's bun, she shook out her shoulder length blond hair. As it had fallen across her eyes, she pulled one hand free from its position to brush the offending hair away again before folding her arms properly across her chest once more.

Well? What are we waiting for?

[Mara]

With his free hand he ran a finger over the stubble on his cheek; she was right. Things had put in motion that couldn't be stopped. With a shrug, Ean shoved his pistol back in its holster and nodded his head towards the cockpit exit. Yeah, he had hoped she would stay with the ship, but he had known it was wishful thinking on his part. At least he would be able to keep an eye on her this way.

He followed her out, through the ship and onto the landing pad. After she had closed up the ship and taken the proper security measures, Ean came up beside her and pointed his finger a couple blocks to the right of where they stood; there stood a tall expensive-looking hotel. "That's where we're headed: The Crystal Spire." Luckily for them, the bottom level of the Spire was on the same level as the spaceport; no turbolifts necessary to get to it.

Ean kept himself close by Samantha, the two walking side-by-side along the walkway through crowds of bustling people towards the swanky residence. Throughout the short journey, he remained quiet, only focused on what was ahead of him, starting to formulate a plan in his head. A plan he would need to think quite a bit on to make sure it was foolproof.

Through the doors and into the lobby, they went, Ean leading them directly to the 'lift, and they rode it up to the 34th floor, just one shy of the penthouse level. He disembarked and headed down the hall to his suite, keeping one eye on Samantha the entire time. At the door, he turned to her, "You can wait in the hall. If you like."

Without waiting to see what she did, he slipped into the room and headed right to where his luggage was. Luckily for him, he had kept most of his things packed when he had arrived earlier that day. He did a quick check of the room to make sure nothing was disturbed, rapidly searched his bags and cases and then hefted them. Some held personal belongings, but most held various weaponry in various states of disarray and assembly.

He nodded to Samantha. "I'm ready." Ean wouldn't bother checking out; he had paid through the next two days. The room would remain his till then, and the manager could fill the spot later in the week. Ean didn't have time to mess around with the desk. It was time to get back to the Trailblazer and on to Mygeeto as Colonel Vinay had suggested.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

All through the walk Sam had been debating with herself on what to do to get out of this mess. The last thing she wanted to be right now was deemed a traitor because she'd been kidnapped by this idiot of a mercenary. He may not care about HIS criminal record, but she sure as hell cared about HERS. When the got to the entrance of the posh hotel, she blinked up at it. She'd not even noticed the hotel when he'd motioned toward it, but had simply started off in the direction indicated with a huff.

The two must have gotten more than a few interesting looks from the beings they passed. It wasn't often that a military dressed woman, looking irritated, was seen with a scruffy man who looked about as far from military as one could get. Either way, Sam didn't heed the looks and walked on, her pumps clicking gently against the walkway outside only to be muffled by the carpeting on the inside of the hotel. As they rode the lift, Sam wondered just what kind of man spent so much to stay at suck a swanky place and then didn't STAY. Hmph...wish I had enough money to do something like that. Hellfire, I wish I had enough money to live in a better apartment...maybe one with a shower that doesn't turn to cold water every five minutes? Huffing slightly at the thought, she folded her arms again and furrowed her eyebrows.

The lift slowed and Ean stepped out, Sam in tow, and walked down the hall. As he stated that she could wait in the hall, she snickered and followed him through the door to his room. Like hell she was going to let him out of her sight! No way. Fat chance. Uh-uh, he wasn't going to just go and leave her in the hall where she couldn't keep an eye on what he was doing, not when she didn't trust him enough not to just up and do something completely idiotic or moronic, like leaving and calling the Republic troops on her. Leaning against one of the walls of the hotel suite, Samantha allowed him to do whatever he was going to do without getting in the way. Again, she was only interested in keeping an eye on the, obviously daft, mercenary. Well, that and she wanted to see if he had any nice toys she could 'borrow'....like maybe a grenade and some ammo....but unfortunately, such was not her luck. No explosives were to be seen.

As he turned and nodded to her, speaking, she shrugged and stood up from against the wall. She'd need to get out of these clothes, and lucky for them her place wasn't far.

Well I'm glad YOU are, but really Mr Stenner, do you WANT to draw attention to yourself by dragging around a woman in a military uniform? If so let's continue on, if not I need to make a stop as well.

...and make a change in my bank account....but I can do THAT from the ship.

[Mara]

On their way back to the turbolift, Ean thought about what Samantha had said. He hadn't really noticed what the woman was wearing until now, but she was obviously affiliated with something military. Though just a secretary, she still had that uptight air about her that all military personnel seemed to have, in his opinion.

Setting his bags down for the ride down, he rubbed the back of his neck and looked at her. Actually looked at her. Not being obvious about it, but he gave her a quick scan, sizing her up. Now with her hair down she was actually fairly attractive. And those legs beneath that skirt... Ean blinked his eyes quickly to push away the image and force himself to remain professional. He was trying to capture her former boss, after all.

When the 'lift opened, he turned to look at her. "You're right," he finally replied to her. "But our time is limited." Ean grabbed his bags and stepped out of the turbolift before setting them down again outside of it. After she followed, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple credchips, each worth 1,000 credits. Ean held them out for her. "No time for other stops. I want to leave as soon as possible." He pointed to the other side of the lobby where there were a couple of doorways, obviously leading to large rooms and not just a little gift shop. This was a high-end hotel, after all, complete with luxury clothing boutiques for multiple species. "But there's a store over there. I'm sure you can find what you need."

With that, he picked up his cases and bags and headed deeper into the lobby, stopping at a chair near the shop he had gestured to her. Ean would wait there for her, and then they could continue on back to the Trailblazer. He pulled a datapad out of one of his bags, slowly scrolling through things, doing his own little version of research on the planet they were headed to. And wondering to himself if 2,000 was enough for the woman to buy herself some new clothes. He never really understand the female being's fondness for shopping and dearly hoped Samantha wouldn't spend all day in there. Maybe it would have been easier to go to wherever she seemed so eager to go. But, no, he couldn't risk whatever it was she wanted to get. Those shops in the Crystal Spire had just about everything in the galaxy for those who were willing to pay for them. That's what the slogan was, anyway. Sighing to himself, he turned his focus back to his 'pad.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

As they rode the lift down again, the blond tried to ignore the fact that the irritating man was sizing her up. Lifting one curved eyebrow slightly, she gazed right back at him, grey eyes not once looking away from him. If he was trying to make her uncomfortable it certainly wasn't working...or at least she'd be darned if she let him know it was. It wasn't until the lift stopped at the bottom that he actually replied to her statement, and it was FAR from what she'd expected. The blond nodded slightly as he told her the obvious...time was ALWAYS limited... and she followed him out of the lift. He stopped again, just outside of it and rummaged about in his pocket and she eyed him warily before he pulled his hand out again and held out two cred chips. Taking them, she looked down curiously.

Grey eyes widened in shock as she saw the amount each was worth. Just WHO WAS this guy?! Her jaw slacked slightly and she shook her head as her thoughts came unbidden from her mouth.

I could pay a month's rent on my apartment with this...

Even more startled by her unintentional confession, the woman pressed her lips together tightly, her face reddening as she looked away from the man and nodded slightly, her hair waving about her face with the motion. As the blush slowly faded, she took note of the direction he headed before slipping off to one of the clothing shops. Good thing I know my sizes...she mused to herself. As she entered the shop she was greeted by one of the clerks who asked if she needed any assistance. Shaking her head she headed off into the jungle of clothing racks.

It didn't take her long to find what she needed: a simple pair of form fitting brown pants, a rather plain form fitting short sleeved T-shirt of a light olive green color, and a pair of calf high leather boots that were blessedly high-heel free, and some socks. Over all it cost 225 creds....she nearly had a heart attack at the price, but considering the nature of the store, and the fact that the boots were of excellent quality, it wasn't really so surprising. Asking to wear the clothes out, she changed swiftly and stuffed the uniform into the bag she had been given. The entire process had taken her only 45 minutes. Samantha snickered slightly...it was a new record for her speed shopping times.

Approaching Ean, she held out the remaining creds: 1,775. Grinning at him as if he would understand this was an accomplishment of epic proportions, Sam put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow.

Sorry it took so long, but you know us women...have to look at everything in the store...

It was glaringly obvious that Samantha's words were stemmed from the sarcasm she felt.

[Mara]

He grunted softly at her words, peering over his datapad. Ean hadn't gotten much headway on his research; those foolish datapads were so damn useless to his large fingers. Shutting off the screen, he slipped it back into his bag and stood up. He stretched a little; the chair was also not made for his size. He should have looked for a couch instead. No matter now. Finally, he focused on the woman in front of him; she had done well in the hotel store. Ready to blend in.

Ean finally noticed her stance and the stack of credits in her hand. He waved it off and picked up his luggage. "Keep 'em." He started walking forward and added without looking back, "You know how we men are." Not bothering to see if she was following, but knowing she would be, he kept moving across the lobby and out the door of the Crystal Spire.

The way back was a lot easier, as the crowds were a lot less later in the day. Ean easily made his way through the walkways and to the spaceport where the Trailblazer was berthed. Once there, he waited for Samantha to catch up and open the ship back up. He didn't want to drop his bags, plus he wanted her to enter first.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

The fact that Samantha only received a grunt from the man didn't surprise her, nor did his almost complete ignorance of her until he had stood up and stretched. What DID surprise her was that he waved off the credits and told her to keep them. Another near heart attack gripped the woman as she stared dumbly at him. At his parting comment she simply blinked and looked down at the stack of creds.

No...obviously I DON'T know how you men are...

She stated, confusion coloring her tone. Looking up and noticing that Ean was walking away, she shoved the creds into her pocket and sprinted after him, easily closing the short distance. The silence stretched out between them as Samantha tried to puzzle out just why he'd allowed her to keep the left over credits. It just didn't make any sense. Most fringers SHE knew were scrounging to make a living...hell, she was STILL scrounging to make a living and she worked for the military...not only that but he was just too....too....too mercenary, too bounty hunter, to be giving anyone anything without some kind of catch. So what was the catch? Was it her behaving like a good little girl and flying him around? Was it something else? She huffed softly and paused as he did. Only after a moment did she realize that he'd stopped because they'd reached the ship.

Oh! Right, sorry.

Wait...why was she apologizing? Her fingers moved swiftly over the keypad an the door unlocked, the landing ramp lowering automatically. Why HAD she apologized to him? She'd not done anything wrong, and he could have opened the dratted door himself, it wasn't as if he didn't have the code! Moving automatically to the pilot's seat, she plopped down into it and started the warm up sequence and preflight. They'd be set to go in no time.

[Mara]

Ean followed her up into the ship, trusting her to get right to work. He had trusted her with credits, and by her face, more credits than she had ever had in her hand at one time; he was sure she wouldn't try anything stupid. And if she did, he was right on the ship with her. Keeping his bags in his hands, he jabbed the ramp's release button with an elbow, and it closed up behind him.

Hearing the engines warming up, instead of heading to the cockpit where Sam was, he went off in the opposite direction, checking out the layout of the freighter. Ean passed by a couple rooms and areas whose uses were ambiguous to him before seeing a small medbay, a galley and then the living quarters. He was glad when he saw there was more than one cabin and entered the nearest one. That woman would never forgive him if they had to share, and he was not about to sleep on the floor.

He dropped his bags on the floor, quickly surveying the small cabin. Seeing a door, he opened it. Just a closet. Ean groaned; the refresher must be separate from the cabins, so they would have to share that. Shouldn't be too difficult, but he had never really spent any length of time with anyone else before, let alone a woman, besides his family over 20 years ago. Even in bodyguard training he had had his own room. His gaze landed back at his belongings. Ean scooted them to a corner with his booted foot to get around to later. He needed to let Samantha know their destination, or they would be sitting in Coruscant's orbit forever.

The door shut with a click behind him, and he made his way back towards the front of the Trailblazer, peeking in at the galley again as he did so. His cursory glanced showed him what he needed. Small but relatively well-equipped. Ean entered it and open a few of the cupboard doors and the refrigeration unit. Not well-stocked but it would do for the journey.

Satisfied he continued on his way, and moments later he was standing to the side and behind of Samantha sans luggage, hands in the pocket of his nerf-leather jacket. Ean cleared his throat. "Set coordinates for Mygeeto. With a couple jumps in between." Even though it was only a lead, and he didn't 100% expect the missing Major to be there, it was good to be cautious. For all he knew, the Colonel could be leading him off, using him as bait. Or he was just using his best guesstimate and they could be there. Either way, he was used to being sneaky. It was best that way.

Ean turned to leave, but paused a second. "There's a second cabin back there. For you." Then he left; now was a good a time as ever to get settled in his room. He didn't really need to unpack, but he wanted to do more looking on his datapad and perhaps check and clean his weapons. Make sure they were functional. Moments later he was in the cabin he had claimed for his own and had to grasp onto the bed to steady himself as the ship lurched into hyperspace. Of course, she wouldn't have given any warning...


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