"Hey, Estar," A familiar voice whispered. Disoriented, Estar opened her eyes. How dead asleep was she that she let someone sneak up on her? She looked up to see glowing red eyes much like hers. Tytus. He was kneeling in front of her, Mako standing behind him. The girl had her small blaster drawn, aiming at Tyresius, who was still snoring as heavily as ever, "I don't know how you ended up this far out in the middle of know where, handcuffed to this guy, but I'm going to guess it's an interesting story,"
"Nah," She replied, stretching out her aching arms, "Just ran into a little friendly competition,"
"Trumbull?" Mako asked, watching around. Even though she was small, smaller than Estar, she still had to stoop to keep her head from hitting the roof of the cave.
Estar nodded, "Yep, but since we blew him up, I don't think he'll be much of a bother anymore,"
"What about him?" Tytus asked, pointing at Tyresius.
"He seems strangely content to being caught. Keep an eye on him. Don't un-cuff us until we get him to the holding cell on the Mantis,"
Tyresius's eyes popped open. He had been awake the whole time, she realized, the scoundrel. "Good morning, sunshine!" He said perkily, eying Tytus and Mako. His stare lingered on Tytus, "And who is this? Is he your Mister Sunshine?" He asked her, sounding slightly confused.
She rolled her eyes, "No, Lokai, it's my brother,"
"Ah, I see," Tyresius perked back up, "So, I suppose it's time for us to leave,"
"One moment," Estar said, "How in the stars did you two find us?" She asked Tytus.
"Emergency trackers I installed," Mako replied, "Meant to tell you, but it slipped my mind. When your primary tracking system gets deactivated, this one will send out a new signal, although a weaker one. Once we lost track of you, I activated it and we went out looking for you. I had no idea that these dune caves existed, so you can imagine how worried we were when your tracker led us to a sand dune,"
"Yeah, digging me out would get sand everywhere," Estar shrugged off their concern, standing up. She jerked Tyresius up, too, ready to just get back to the ship and wash off the sand and slime.
"It would be terrible," Tytus agreed, "The sand is bad enough as it is, we'd be shaking it out of our shoes for weeks. We better get out of here, though. Weather reports forecasted a sandstorm is coming our way,"