After taking what may have been the most spectacular shower in her life, Estar laid sprawled out on her bed, wrapped in a soft pink towel. Mako had gotten the towels, which Estar found to be excessive, but she couldn't help but appreciate the luxurious fluffiness of them. Tyresius was safely locked in their holding cell down in the lower deck, where he was out of the way. The ray shielded cell should be sufficient to hold him in.
Sitting up, Estar picked up her datapad. She logged into the bounty base, ready to mark Tyresius as caught and ready for pick up and payment. Her thumb hovered over the tag button, hesitating. His profile picture stared up at her, that devious half grin of his playing across his lips.
In all truth, he had saved her life, even though he was the one who had put it into jeopardy in the first place. Not even just on Tatooine, but all those years ago when Oalvir died. Ever since Oalvir was gone, she had been on the run alone, taking care of Tytus the best she could. She thought back to that night as she stood, facing off the wild Jedi. Tyresius had just discovered she was merely a child, so he had begged Clotus to spare her life. He promised to comply with his demands and allow himself to be quietly arrested. The Jedi seemed willing to listen to his bargaining, refraining from killing her like he had Oalvir, but she had stunned the scoundrel to shut him up, unwilling to lose her bounty just because she was young.
The battle with the Jedi had been brief. She won only by a fluke, accidentally stunning him with a stray bolt. When she realized that Oalvir was dead, there was no reason for her to take Tyresius in, so she left him to fend for himself against the Jedi.
And here they were again, ten years later. As much as she hated to admit it, she likely would have died in the desert if he hadn't intervened, forcing her to take shelter in the dune cave. Even if he was only doing it to save his own skin, she still grudgingly owed him.
But did she trust him? No, she didn't trust him as far as she could spit.
Plus, the bounty on his head was a beauty. She could use that money for a lot of things. Ship upgrades, remodeling the interior, fixing the carbonite machine, or even other things, like convince Tytus and Mako to take it so they could go to school somewhere far away from this madness. The money would not be spent recklessly, it would be worth it.
It was all the galaxy seemed willing to let me be. He had said back in the cave, words she had taken to heart nearly her whole life. Tyresius didn't choose live to as he had ended up; He was dealt a sour hand, so he took it and ran for his life. Like a boat trapped in the rapids, he held tight to the paddle, deciding what rocks he was going to crash upon. It was the same way she had lived her life for as long as she could remember. Spiraling out of control, struggling to stay above the waves, gulping down every breath she could to stay alive.
Deep down, she and he were the same. She couldn't ignore that, couldn't let it go.
Cripes, she muttered, picking up her folded clothes off the foot of her bed.