"Well," Bane says as they finally clear the atmosphere and enter open space "Allow me to educate you before you decide to turn yourself over to the governing body who has the most reason to hate you. Plug in Denon, by the way," he adds to R5.

R5-D3 swivels it's head expectantly in Zirak's direction.
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"How much food does Malastare have?"

"Not much," Bane replies dismissively, irritated at being interrupted before he can begin upon his epic tale.

"Now that's not true at all!" Sella cuts in, "Malastare has a much lower ratio of sentient life, and so food is more plentiful. Denon is an ecumenopolis, so the food is all imported, and difficult to find unless you have credits and can afford to reside in the upper levels."

"Denon it is," Zirak says, seemingly satisfied as Sella stares at him in bewilderment.

"All right," Bane resumes meaningfully, turning to Sora, "You, Sora, are the leader of the Jedi Crusaders, a group dedicated to getting people to fear and take notice of the Jedi and the Force. You've battled and killed hundreds of Stratocratic soldiers throughout the galaxy, on Yavin IV, Naboo and Rhen Var, to name a few examples. But the most notable thing you crusaders have done -and full credit goes to you, Sora, since Depa Billaba had left by then- was setting off a large explosion at the SDMR which killed countless personel, including Ranulph Tarkin, uncle of the Stratocracy's favorite Wilhuff. Most of galaxy might be secretly grateful for his death, but the Stratocratic officials certainly aren't."

Sora is silent for a moment, looking shaken.

"Is this true?" he asks Sella at length.
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"You have committed crimes," Sella replies carefully, "However this is your chance to face your past and start afresh. If you run you will only amplify your guilt."

"Sella," Zirak tsks, "Are you possibly trying to guilt-trap my friend right now?"

"I am helping him," Sella replies firmly, "I am making sure he understands the consequences of each decision."

"Consequences?" Bane cuts in, "Simple. Eriadu; you get lynched, Denon; you have time to find out who you are, and to think things through."

"I will vouch for you, Sora, I promise," Sella says, once more assuming her most earnest expression.

"I am feeling hungry," Zirak says, eying her expression, "Are you, Sora?"

"I'm sure that will instantly convince Tarkin not to have you killed on route to your trial," Bane laughs, "The word of a female, junior officer."

Sora frowns in silent debate.

"I will go to Denon," he says at length.

"Good man... er, weequay," Bane says bracingly.
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"What species am I?" Zirak asks curiously.

"You are a... 'near-human'," Bane decides.
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"Fair enough," Zirak shrugs, accepting that.

"But we will not harm her," Sora adds to Zirak after a moment, jerking his head at Sella.

"You heard them," Bane calls to R5, "Let's punch it for Denon."

He presses a series of buttons as he says this, and with a rumble the stars about them begin to speed into lines. A few moments more and they become a blur and the ship appears to be travelling along a corridor of rich hues of blue and purple.
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"I shall go to explore the ship," Sella says abruptly, rising, "Would you like to accompany me, Sora?

"You'd better go too," Bane says to Zirak, still punching buttons.

"True. In the event of a hyperspace accident, I would prefer to husk them," Zirak agrees.