CHAPTER 8 – Taking Down Nalker
After several more days of travel through hyperspace, the two ships arrived on Drall without incident. The crew offloaded their cargo as planned and were able to earn a tidy profit, and the favor of Rhotor Rerin, head of imports/exports and the son of the magnate, Roisin Rerin who founded the company a few decades ago. Those precious metals at a lower cost from Filordis will enable the Drall company to increase their market share in the energy weapons market in the quadrant. Rhotor tried to strike a deal for additional shipments, but Wazhay was forced to turn him down since they had other commitments to help Nis get justice for his sister.
Once again, the streaking stars turned to swirling colors of blue as they traversed hyperspace for another several days to the last known location of the human enforcer, Nalker DancerandClak'dor's Fatecame to a stop as soon as they returned to normal space. Puhl wanted to test his theory to modify the ship's sensors to detect and isolate a comm signal frequency. He had Nis broadcast different frequenciesand move his fighter craft around so they could pinpoint the correct bearing. He was able to pick up the frequency, but not the bearing. The array's individual sensors weren't able to distinguish the origin of the comm signal, which was of little use. He discussed it with Wazhay and Ruu. The Sullustan pilot came up with an idea of using the targeting array, instead of the sensor array to detect the frequencies. Together they tried it again, and they were able to detect the frequencies and pinpoint the exact bearing of the comm signal. They also tested it using a handheld comm, and it still was able to pick up bearing and even amplitude of the signal which could give a rudimentary range to the result.
Satisfied with their modification, they headed down to the planet, after receiving docking clearance for the capital city spaceport. Christophsis was a unique world of forests consisting of tall gem-like structures of various shades of light blue to turquoise that covered vast swaths of the planet.
Puhl began to run the targeting array to detect Nalker's comm frequency. They deduced the capital had too much interference with the shipping lanes to the spaceport, airspeeder traffic and tons of comms in use at the capital itself. That made it nearly impossible to track one lone frequency. It was like trying to find a drop of oil in a moving river. It also only worked if the comm device was active. They went ahead and landed at the spaceport and decided to refuel and just ask around discreetly about some of the local spice dealers. That meant heading toward the seedier parts of town to interact with the underworld elements of the city.
They found a couple of cantina dives in the lower income areas, but most were inhabited by poor laborers and served just the local neighborhoods with cheap booze. There wasn't any illegal drug use in several of those places. They gave up on finding something in the bars and instead went to the streets to see some people in the alley's that were high on spice. They found a Quarren, a squid like species with four tentacles hanging from their lower jaw and two pointy extensions to either side of their head. The aquatic alien was under the influence of glitterstim and with a couple of credits Trest got him to point out his spice dealer's place and the room number. They foundthe small apartment where the Quarren said the dealer was grimy and dilapidated with trash and debris littering the landing up to the outer door and also the hallway inside.
Wazhay motioned for the group to stop. "Everyone, hang back here. Let Trest and me handle this one. The rest of you keep a lookout in case we need help. Too many people could spook them. We just need to get some information."
The captain and Trest sauntered down the hall to the door listed as '19A' and pressed the call button on the comm panel. There was a wheezy male voice that came through the tiny speaker. "Yeah, what do you want?"
Trest shoved his face in front of the small cam, "I'm here to buy some glitterstim. Heard you got some good stuff for a deal, yeah?"
"You got credits?"
"Yep. Justgot me some, and need another fix," replied Trest.
The door slid open and there was a Twi'lek with a heavy blaster pistol in a hip holster standing there. The apartment itself was decently clean, but a little cluttered. The Twi'lek glanced back at a female humanoid sitting at a table in the living area. "Duffi. This dude and Twi'lek woman want to buy some spice."
The horned humanoid likely was the dealer. She was a young Gotal woman, with wild, orange spiky hair and dirty ivory screw-like horns on top of her head, and a tan-green skin complexion.
Trest moved to enter the room, but the Twi'lek raised his left hand to stop him and gripped the pistol in the holster with his right hand. "Stay there. Nobody comes in the room."
Duffi's sandy-brown eyes scanned over the two. "Thirty credits per stick. How many do you want?"
Wazhay pulled the mercenary back and spoke up. "Sorry for misleading, but we would actually like to buy information instead. We're setting up shop in a new area far from here. Our supplier gave us some shoddy spiceand we need to find a better supplier. Someone else recommended a Bith, called 'Ceivv Ekiyes' as a supplier. You heard about him? I got a hundred credits if you can verify or get in touch with him." She flashed the credit sticks to the Twi'lek enforcer. He nodded back to the spice dealer that he verified the count.
The Gotal woman raised a furry eyebrow at the inquiry. "Well, I've heard of the Bith. He's made a name for himself, but he doesn't work around here and he's a dealer, not a supplier. He's a big player in another cityup northeast a-ways. A smaller city calledWrielym. You can find him there. He's pretty much got a lock on the town from what I heard."
"Hmm. That'snot what this other dealer told me, I wonder if he tried to lead me astray. I might just have to pay him another visit. Can you give me your supplier's name at least?"
The Gotal dealer shrugged and held her palms upward. "I don't see why not. More business he has the steadier my supply will dealer'sa human, Peak Sussird. He owns a Sabaac casino, called the 'Mistress of Staves', in the warehouse district."
"Well then, a deal is a deal," the captain said as she dumped the credits in the Twi'lek enforcer's green hand. "Thanks for the info, and perhaps we'll see you again."
The Gotal made a 'mmmhmmm' sound and she commented, "as long as you don't sell spicein my district, you can go wherever you please."
The Twi'lek captain left the housing complex where the small-time dealer lived and headed down the street back toward the ship. She pulled out her handheld comm. "Ruu. Get the ship ready to a course toWrielym, it is a smaller town, northeast of the capital."
The freighter and the star fighter took off and it only took minutes to traverse the hundred eighty-mile distance to Wrielym. They slowed down significantly as they approached the area. "Ruu, Puhl. Let's try to detect the comm again. Ayala, I want you to call Nalker's comm frequency so we know it is active. He won't recognize your number but keep him talking."
Ayala nodded and pulled out her comm and dialed the frequency.
"Nalker here. Who is this? I don't recognize this number."
The ex-Jedi responded, "Hello there. I am a friend of a friend. Seepa Coo, sends her regards."
"Seepa, huh. Interesting. I heard she was hiding out on Lantilles."
"You heard wrong then, youreally Nalker Thelio?"
"I am. Just testing ya. I guess ya know her. So whadda you want?"
Puhl motioned to get Ayala's attention.
The woman with the red-dyed hair noticed and stalled "Hold on, Seepa is asking me something." She muted the comm and faced Puhl.
The ship's mechanic spoke up. "We got it. I'm overlaying his comm signal with a map of the area. We got a good reading. We should get close. He is stationary at the moment, but since he is on the comm, that is to be expected. He may move, though."
Ayala unmuted and continued. "Hey. She was just checking in with you. She might have an enforcer in mind to go to work with Ceivv, if he is still interested. I gotta go, just let me know and she'll update you later." She shut off the comm.
Puhl scanned the map. He is in a villa with a decent size estate. That must be the home of Cievv. I'm sure they are doing business out of there."
Wazhay examined the map. "That looks like a compound of sorts. Not a great place to pick up our target. Seepa mentioned that hewas pressuring businesses for security money in town. We'll need to get eyes on him and follow him out on his routes, when he's away from the Ceivv's place." She craned her neck to look back at the ship's mechanic. "Puhl, you and Ruu need to setup some surveillance and try to keep eyes on them. Keep monitoring for Nalker's comm frequency. Hopefully he uses it when he leaves the area. Let's get a berth at the one of docking bays in town, something farther away from the town square. Most likely law enforcement in that area should be a little better on protecting its businesses, one would hope at least. Coordinate all of this with Nis."
The Twi'lek spun around to face the other crew members. "As we wait for Nalker to exit his master's lair, let's get our boots on the ground and find some of these businesses under the thumb of our Bith wannabe gangster that Nalker is pressuring."
The crew visited the poorer section of Wrielym, the Kaith District. There were dozens and dozens of businesses in the area, but after talking with the locals, there were two more districts with a bunch of businesses. The Fesh district, which was near a large, steaming lake, and the Warat district. Warat was the poorest. The businesses there were very few and most were denizens of spice merchants, and a few very bad tapcafs, cantinas and brothels. It didn't seem like this district could make any payments and barely stayed in business as most people there were too destitute to buy much. But they talked with lots of businesses, and they denied any type of coercion was happening. Ayala used the Force to gauge the answers of the owners, but she could only discern fear of answering in several places, but there was no way to know if Nalker was the problem or it could be rival thugs that are getting protection money as well.
Ayala surmised that to be that scared, the authorities were involved or paid to not be involved in the shakedowns. But they had nothing duracrete-solid to know for sure. After hours of tedious conversations and now late into the evening. Wazhay contacted Puhl on the comm as they started to head back to the ship. "Puhl, do you got anything on Nalker. We've found little information to find who or where Nalker is strong-arming people in the districts."
The engineer replied, "As a matter of fact. He did make a call about ten minutes ago. We got a good track. He is headed into town at a high rate of speed which matches with a typical ground speeder. We were about to call you and relay that. Good timing. Based on the map overlay of the town, he is headed toward Fesh district. Unfortunately, his comm is off again so we can't get any more tracking information."
"It's our best lead and possibly our only chance. We are on the way there."
The Twi'lek turned to the group. "Alright. Stay alert. We don't know how many people are with him, or what kind of firepower they have. Ayala, which of the people seemed the most scared or worried that we spoke to. We need to figure out a good place to start looking in Fesh."
Ayala raised a finger. "We can start at the square in the district. There were quite a few shops and businesses there and many of them seemed fearful or worried. It would be the most likely area to find them. We'll just have to be on the look-out for a speeder, presumably for a group of thugs along with Nalker."
They arrived at Fesh's square, and milled around the streets, peering into the shops and watching the traffic. There weren't a lot of speeders, most were pedestrians but not that many were out and about. The speeders that they saw looked rough, beaten up, rusted, etc. Suddenly, they saw an enclosed, slick, black speeder truck in great condition with tinted windows and enough to hold about six humanoids.
Ayala was the first to notice with her keen perception, even without the Force. The condition of the car was a dead give-away. No other vehicle in this area was in that good of a condition. "Wazhay, coming up at the opposite diagonal to the square. That flashy speeder truck looks like something a gang enforcer would drive. That has to be Nalker and his men. The windows are tinted, so we can't positively ID anyone."
The Twi'lek captain smirked, "well it's a good thing we aren't the authorities. But let's play it cool so they don't spot us. We aren't exactly dressed like the locals either. Let's head to the outdoor seats of this tapcaf and order some drinks." She pointed to a sign reading 'Aswora's Noodles and Soups'. "Everyone, walk casually to the tapcaf and take a seat."
The group headed to the weather-beaten plastoid seats and table, but they seemed to be kept unstained and semi-clean. Briefly, a short Arcona male, a species with a triangular-shaped head with dark-aqua coarse skin and sparkling yellow-orange eyes, came out wearing a grease-streaked apron over a plain, splotchy, dark-tan tunic. "May I take your order, gentle beings?"
Ayala spoke up first. "What flavor fizz drinks do you have?"
The Arcona waiter replied, "Malooron, Bordsberry, and Limona"
The others ordered various fizz drinks. Nis just ordered a bottle of water. None of them ordered anything with alcohol, because one of Wazhay's rules when on an operation was no inebriation.
Trest spoke up after the waiter left to get their drink orders. "Remember Nalker is bald with cream-colored skin tone, and last I saw him he had some cheezy, handlebar mustache. About as tall as me and is pretty strong. He wields a Model-7 Therm-ax. That sucker heats up the blade to several hundred degrees, so you get cut and burned if he lands a blow. I wouldn't suggest getting up close and personal."
Waz contacted the ship again on her handheld comm. "Puhl, we think we've found 'em. See if you and Ruu can get the ship closer somewhere in or nearby Fesh district or stay in the air in case we need support. If you find a place to land, keep the engines hot, ready to take-off quick if they make a run for it in their speeder truck."
"Affirmative. Boss lady," came the acknowledgement from the Sullustan woman.
Trest cleared his throat. "Eh-hem. They stopped over on the other side of the square and parked. They are getting out now." The mercenary pulled up a pair of electro-binocs to view them at a distance, he kept it low just above the table. "Jackpot. Nalker is there with a Balosar, and two human men and a woman. Armed and tough looking, most likely his hired guns. He's heading into a shop."
Wazhay got to her feet briskly, as Nalker and his men entered the shop. "Time to move," she said hastily, as she dropped some credits on the table to pay their tab. They traversed the square and Waz directed them to take cover, behind some of the taller blue gem-like stones and the aqua trees with greenish-purple leaves. The captain squatted down behind a duracrete park bench.
The Jedi walked behind Waz at the bench and whispered. "I'm going to get closer to their speeder truck. I'll hide behind it for cover, and if they try to make a run for it, I'll make it a tad more difficult for them."
The Twi'lek raised her eyebrows and sighed. "Fine. But be very careful. By Trest's account, Nalker is more dangerous than Seepa was. He's an expert at fighting up close and personal. Don't do anything crazy, alright."
Ayala smiled. "I'll be alright. Unless I have a big advantage, I will not press an attack that I can't win. I know my limits." She bounded off, crossed the street, and sidled up to the side of the midnight-blue speeder truck. She glanced over the hood of the truck. The targets were still in the shop. She pulled out her stun stick and tugged on the car door. Astonishingly it was unlocked and the door slid open. She quickly entered the cabin and scanned the inside of the truck. She comm'ed the captain and said "I'm in the truck," then she let out a low whistle. "Wow. They have an E-web repeater blaster mounted in the back. That's military grade weaponry. No wonder the authorities have left them alone. I'm going to try and move the car. They left the keycard in here. Apparently, they don't expect anyone to mess with their ride. I'm moving it down the street. Tell Trest I'm bringing him a gift."
She started the car and drove it down the street where the mercenary was hiding out. Trest got the message and hopped in the back seat. He flashed a gleeful grin at the sight of the mounted weapon. Nalker's gang quickly realized their truck was missing and hurried out of the shop.
The Balosar was the first to exit, with the others following closely behind. They were confused for a few seconds until they spotted the truck. "What in Kessel's void," he exclaimed as his two thin antennae straightened up in distress and alertness.
Nalker chided him, "did you leave the keycard in the truck, you idiot." He glanced around quickly as he made out a few figures taking cover. "Frak! Ambush."
Trest kicked the truck door open, as the E-web spun up to speed. "Drop you weapons and don't move, Nalker. We gotcha surrounded, and we got your ride. You can drop those bags of credits too."
The Balosar and the others peeked at their leader, as he removed his hand from his thigh holster. They diligently complied and held their hands wide. Nalker continued, "Easy now. What do you want with us, eh? You lookin' to get a payout."
He squinted over at the truck and was taken aback. "Wait a minute, is that…Trest? What in the lava pits of Mustafar is going on?"
The Crescent Dancer's mercenary yelled back. "What's going on is you can drop your weapons or get shot full of blaster holes. That's what. Now drop 'em nice and slow and kick them into the street. ALL your weapons. Including that thermal-axe you love so much."
The thug leader thought to try another tact, but he knew Trest didn't bluff very often. He dropped his hold-out blaster and the Therm-Axe. "Fine, I get it. We'll drop the weapons, and then we can make a deal, alright. We're all reasonable people, yeah?" The other four men did the same.
Trest called out. "Now lay down, flat on your stomach and don't move. Everyone except Nalker. You step forward and get on your knees." This time they were slightly hesitant, but the ominous barrel of the E-web was enough to end any second thoughts. They complied with the order.
Wazhay and Ayala moved forward, as Nis held firm in his position. Trest kept his finger on the repeater's trigger and trained on his ex-shipmate. The two humanoid women picked up all the weapons and the bag of credits and carried them to the speeder truck.
Nis moved forward from his position with a set of binder cuffs in hand and stopped behind Nalker. There was menace in the Bith's voice as he yanked on both of his arms, "Hands behind your back, cutthroat scum!"
Nalker did his best to ignore the Bith and the pain in his arms being bent back. He faced back toward his ex-crewmate. "Alright, alright. I did what you said man. But come on, what is your end game here, Trest? You tryin' to get in on a score. I mean we can hook you up, ya know."
Wazhay called out to Nis, pointing her blaster at the thugs' leader. "Bring him to the truck." She waved her off-hand at the group of henchmen. "The rest of your goon squad, stay where you are, and on your bellies. You can walk back to your compound when we leave. We just want Nalker. We have some questions for him." She shifted her gaze back to Nis, "and if he keeps running his Nerf trap, gag him."
The crew and their captive got into the speeder truck and met the ship on the outskirts of the city. Nalker was quickly gagged as he couldn't stop trying to talk his way out of his predicament. They drove the speeder truck into the cargo bay and offloaded the people and equipment collected. Puhl met the group and saw the new prisoner and remarked to the group, "I think at the rate were taking prisoners, we should invest in some detention cells."
Wazhay shook her head, "not when the Empire and crime lords are the only ones paying for bounties."
Nis was walking back and forth between cargo shelves. "Can I question him now? We… I mean… I need answers."
The Twi'lek nodded and turned to the ship technician. "Puhl disable all systems in the forward starboard airlock across from Seepa and set up another security cam. When that's complete you can interrogate him, Nis. But Trest will go with you since he knows Nalker better than anyone else here. He can help confirm any information as best as he can, and help secure the prisoner. Ayala is an expert at reading body language so she will also determine if he is being honest."
The Bith gave a curt nod to the ship's captain and continued pacing. Fifteen minutes later, Puhl sent a comm to Trest, who relayed the message that the airlock was ready. The Bith hoisted Nalker sharply to his feet and they trudged forward down the main corridor.
Wazhay called to the pilot on her comm device. "Ruu. Take the ship to a remote area and find a good landing spot where we can hide out as we do our interrogation."
Trest bound his ex-crewmate with the binder cuffs to some pipes similar to Seepa's setup, though had the prisoner stay standing with his hands above his head. He pulled off the gag so the captive could speak.
The cuffed man cleared his throat. "Thanks for that. But there was no reason to gag me. Now what the frak do you want with me?"
Trest shrugged and pointed to the Bith. "Not me. I was already done with you. Let me introduce you to Nis. Nis Gaffi."
Nalker's eyes opened wider as he put it together. "I see. You're a relative of Elalora, or a spouse? What a shame it was. I'm sorry for your loss."
The Bith moved up face to face with the human man. "You and your crewmates threw my sister out of the airlock. With absolutely no justification for an execution when you had a disagreement in management of the crew's missions. Your apologies mean nothing to me, nor do they constitute one iota of justice." He pulled out a datapad and shoved it in his face, I have filed for murder charges for you and your crewmen that were involved per the law of my world."
"I wasn't involved in the murder at all. I wasn't there. There were several others of the crew that did it. I didn't space her."
The former Jedi interceded. "You are outright lying. I saw the way your eye's shifted up and right where the creative sections of your brain take over. You were there. You did take a part in the murder of Elalora."
The human man started to sweat profusely. "No, that's... it isn't true. Trest, come on man. We worked together. Help me out here."
The trimmed-cut blonde mercenary shook his head. "You were very vocal in the opposition to her. You did it. I know you, and you have no mercy when you decide you don't like someone."
"You wanted her to step down, also Trest." He moved his gaze to Nis. "What about him. He wanted El out of command too. You going to make him pay."
Nis queried the captive. "So, what do you want me to do to him, eh? He's made amends and wasn't with the group that sent my sister out of the airlock. His amends were helping find you and the rest of the murderers."
His visage morphed into defiance. "Whatever. Guess all you want. You got no proof. My eyes shifting around is load of poodoo. I'm being held against my will and threatened. You can't charge me as guilty of anything but a disagreement with my former captain. Take me to your home world and I'll be glad to stand trial and file my own charges of unlawful kidnapping and theft of my speeder truck."
The Bith was angrily clenching and unclenching his fists, but he held himself in check. He motioned to Ayala and Trest and they backed away from the thug leader. Nis whispered to the Jedi and the mercenary, "we are facing the same issue here. Perhaps we need to find El's ship and we might be able to get some cam footage. Even smugglers sometimes keep recordings to look back if someone stole something from the cargo bay or if someone opened the airlock. It's a long shot, but Nalker's right we have no substantial proof. We'll never be absolutely sure which of them pulled the trigger on the murder."
"I am certain that he is lying. But your right, I'm not a hundred percent sure," Ayala conceded. She peered at Trest. "Do you know if they kept any recordings?"
The burly man shrugged. "Not really. Not that I was aware of, at least. It could have something routine that she did for security. It's possible. I don't know. I didn't concern myself much with shipboard ops other than using the gunnery turret. Sorry."
The Jedi put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It's alright. We need to reconvene with Wazhay and all of us decide how to get justice."
The Bith interrupted, "If they had a cam setup, I doubt the captain did it herself. Trest who was the tech on the ship?"
"It was a Drall woman named Aaral. She did the repairs, upgrades, etc."
Ayala faced the mercenary. "Trest, what happened on the ship after the failed raid on the Crymorah warehouse? How did you get off the planet? Wait don't answer that. Let's get out of the airlock and conference with the rest of the crew first."
The Crescent Dancer landed in a patch of open area in a nearby forest of blue gem rock formations. Once they landed, Ruu stayed in the cockpit but turned on the cam so she could view the proceedings after Ayala requested a meeting in the crew lounge.
The captain faced the incognito Jedi sitting at the round plastoid table in the ship's lounge. "Alright Ayala. I see that Nalker is being very stubborn, though you believe he is guilty. But all the evidence is circumstantial."
"Yes. I do believe that, and you are correct. There is nothing solid that would hold up in court outside of a dictatorial regime. Nis suggested that Trest's crew or captain may have set up some surveillance. I'm sure incidents of insubordination occurred before the murder and she might have tried to monitor the situation. Finding Elalora's ship is the key to finding any evidence that we could get justice, legally."
The red-dyed haired human shifted her eyes to the mercenary. "Trest. We need to know what happened on the Crymorah raid. How did you get off planet, and what happened to the ship?"
The burly mercenary let out a long, exasperated sigh. "As I said before, I bailed before the attack on the warehouse. I told the crew that they had some serious firepower and way more guards than we expected, just on the outside. The odds were heavily against us. The others let their greed get the better of them and decided to risk it. When they breached the door, I sprinted back to one of the speeder's we had parked a few blocks away. I nabbed it and set off to Xelyn, the next closest city. It had a spaceport that wasn't under Crymorah control. I sold off the speeder and used the credits to book passage off planet. I found the cheapest ticket I could find and traveled to Woostri out along with Rimma Trade Route. I worked some jobs there mostly as a hired bodyguard. Odd and ends. How does this help?"
Ayala eyes were downcast and she seemed a little melancholy. "It might have helped if you went back to the ship and knew what they did with it, but that isn't the case. Anything could have happened to it. The Crymorah could've…"
Wazhay held up a hand. "Hold on. We have two people that escaped the Crymorah in our airlocks. We need to ask them how they got off the planet. Could be one of them retreated to the ship. If that is what transpired they should know where it went and what happened to the ship, when they parted with it. I would start with Seepa, she's being much more accommodating. Ayala, you and me alone for this one. Trest, you might have some negative affect on her. Sit this one out. But stay just outside the airlock hatch, just in case."
Wazhay and Ayala stopped by the galley area and picked up a Tarisian honey-bread dessert, and a plastoid mug of Halmad Prime Brew. They entered the airlock again where the Rodian smuggler sat cross-legged on the deck, still cuffed to the durinium piping. The reptiloid captive's large black eyes fluttered at the sight of the food and drink. "Hello, Seepa. We came to ask a few more questions about the ship. Can you tell us what happened to the ship after the failed raid on Bestine IV? How did you, Nalker and Luence escape?"
Seepa ogled at the drink and dessert, as her long snout twitched in anticipation of the offering. "Yes. I will tell you. Though, Luence did not escape with us. We were stationed across the street from the Crymorah warehouse to provide covering fire for the main group once they moved around to the rear of the warehouse. They alerted us to fire on the guards in the front. We did so, and got into a heated battle. The main group went in as we heard them on the comms. They cut down the guards quickly but we heard on the open comms that it was an ambush after they breached the back door. We lost all contact at that point. We saw five or six guards come toward our position and we bugged out. We got back to the ship and told them the group was routed, and lost. We told the pilot to get out of there before they could hunt down our ship. We took off, it was just us two, the pilot, Piagge Roi, and the ship's mechanic, Aaral."
Wazhay offered the woman the plastoid mug of booze. As the Rodian slurped the drink eagerly, the captain cajoled, "So where was it that you finally left the ship, Seepa?"
Seepa rubbed her tiny mouth against her shoulder. "We headed as far away as we could. We headed over the Foless Crossroads Route to the planet of Tynna. We sold off the items that were stored in the cargo bay and traded them for sheltering the ship for a while. We locked it down and headed our separate ways until the 'Os'ik' blows over."
The Twi'lek bobbed her head as the prisoner divulged the story. "So did Piagge and Aaral indicate where they might have gone?"
The prisoner nodded in the affirmative. "Paigge said she would return to the Gossam homeworld of Castell. Aaral decided to head to Agamar. She mentioned there was a bustling junkyard and droid repair operation there where she could make a good deal of coin for a while at least."
"Did Aaral mention the name of the place?"
"No, sorry. She didn't say."
Waz advanced toward the scaly humanoid, and paused. "I'm going to need the location and codes to the ship."
Seepa appeared hesitant so the captain quickly added, "We just need to gather some information from the ship. Some evidence to piece everything together in case there is a trial. Although, I assure you that your cooperation will be rewarded."
The Rodian woman slumped down as she stared cravingly at the snack. "Well… Okay. It's in a clearing of trees a mile west of a small city called Addukai. The access code is 74782088. There isn't much to steal anyway."
Wazhay placed the plastoid dish by the cuffed humanoid and she removed the binders. "You can stay here without the restraints. We will still be monitoring you and…"
"Yeah, I know. If I try anything you'll send me out into space," she said sardonically.
The Twi'lek captain chuckled, "Well, technically we aren't in space right now. Enjoy your meal, we will bring more food and drink later."