'We are almost there, a few more hours perhaps' Tyken said, looking over at his companion. Jiri didn't move or react, he had hardly spoken the entire time they were in the ship. He was doing what he had spent most of his time on the ship doing, staring out the window. Other time's he would be in the bathroom.

Tyken could often hear soft sobbing and cursing being muttered. Yesterday Jiri let loose a flurry of swear words shouted from in the bathroom aimed at no one in particular. Tyken could hear Jiri's throat go coarse and weakened such was it's intensity.

Tyken was running the events over in his head, their escape, the fighting, the bombardment of Jiri's home and family. The more he thought about it, the greater the feeling of guilt that gnawed at Tyken's stomach. He bit his lip, he was responsible for Jiri's loss, and Jiri's uncharacteristic silence seemed to compound the problem, The kid always seemed to speak his mind, yet it had been an almost silent trip. Tyken wanted to talk about it to hopefully clear the air, but was unsure how to broach the matter. He had to fight hard against the pressing feeling in his stomach and use the direct approach he decided.

'Listen Jiri', Tyken's voice was laced with regret as Jiri stared out the window. 'Your family, your town, had I not landed on your planet you would still have them. I just wanted to say that for my part in all of this, I am sorry. I hope that is of some conciliation to you'.

There was a long silence. Tyken wasn't sure if Jiri had heard him or not. Then Jiri turned to face Tyken, his eyes were red, tears were running down his cheeks. When he spoke his voice was full of sorrow, 'I don't blame you, I chose to help you. It's not your fault'. Then Jiri's face turned into a maddening scowl, his voice echoed with rage 'but that masked son of a bitch is a dead man, I don't care how far across the galaxy I need to go, where I have to travel, what I need to do to achieve my end, I will kill that man if it's the last thing I do'. Tyken met Jiri's eyes, they locked for a moment. Tyken looked as his companions determined look for a moment, before it begun to slowly melt into a look of mourning. Jiri's bottom lip begun to tremble, tears begun welling up in his eyes, he turned his head to resume his stare out the window.

They were nearing the station when Jiri spoke, it was the first time Jiri had initiated a conversation in some time, 'so we are looking for a ship to travel in'. 'Yes' replied Tyken, 'however we are able, our highest chance for success is to pay for passage and to remain as inconspicuous as possible. The last thing we want is to draw attention to ourselves, it's possible they will be looking for us here. We should keep a low profile, get in and out as quickly as is possible'. Tyken donned a Robe, Jiri had seen similar robes worn by Jedi in his books. Tyken drew the hood over his head and turned to the door.

They docked at the station hanger, with the many other ships that had business at the station. The station itself was huge, a giant cylinder shape, and the species of aliens here were diverse and colorful.

Jiri stepped off the ship his mind was taken away as he saw some of the strangest looking aliens he had ever seen. He looked on in awe, people moving things, trading, refueling ships, it was like a thriving organism. Jiri felt a push from behind as he was bumped by a large alien with a strange shaped head who was carrying a large box with a human. The alien muffled noise that Jiri didn't understand. Jiri stood there stunned before the human translated, 'he said move it kid'. Jiri stepped to the side as the pair moved on by with their goods.

Jiri was amazed, he'd never been off his planet before, and here was what he always wanted to experience, this is what he wanted to see, a thriving market of people, goods, trade and money. He took in all he could before he heard Tyken's voice beckoning him 'we must continue, low profile. Come'.

Jiri followed Tyken through some narrow corridors, pipes were all over the ceilings and walls. Condensation was dripping from all over the place. Eventually they arrived to a canteena, and given it's location is was a dive. Tyken entered followed closely by Jiri. Jiri could hear the lively music playing, travelers from all parts of the galaxy had come here it seemed for some reprieve from the long space road, a point to relax, or perhaps find employment, or a target...Again Jiri was awestruck, this really felt like his kind of scene for some reason. He looked around at the faces, the cheery laughter of friends, the darkened faces of people trying to make shady deals, the singing and playful music of the canteena band, the food… Jiri saw a plate of something that looked like a live animal get served up to a rather large alien. The alien put the whole animal in his mouth and in one disgusting gulp ate the whole slimy thing. Jiri decided that he might not look at the menu at this place. Tyken appeared in front of Jiri, his voice was barely audible against the background noise, 'I believe that I may have found us some transportation, follow'. Jiri nodded, he followed Tyken with a strange feeling of apprehension and excitement.