"Perhaps we could go and look for one on this moon?" suggests Ak-Yev practically.
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"After we have found Sella," cuts in Sora firmly.

"I like you, Ak-Yev," Zirak decides, ignoring Sora, "So does Quay. Let us do so."

"Well I am going to look for Sella," says Sora, deciding that no one else is going to help him, "She has only been gone for half an hour. She cannot be far away."

"Yes," says Bane dryly, "If they had a starship she couldn't be much further than the other side of the moon..."

Zirak snorts appreciatively.

Sora stares coldly at the pair before turning and walking off.

"I am going to look for her. You are welcome to assist me if you wish."

Bane sighs, glancing at Zirak.

"It would be unfortunate if he got himself killed before we managed to get access to his estate."
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Zirak shrugs.

"True. I suppose you will need to feed soon anyway, Sora."

"Beepity-boop-beep-boop?" R5 asks, swivelling its head in the direction of the ship behind them.

"Just raise the boarding ramp and hope no one else comes along?" Bane suggests, waving a hand dismissively.

"If that strategy was a good one, we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place," Zirak counters, "I vote that R5 takes the ship into orbit while the rest of us tag along with Sora."
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Bane cannot argue with this logic, and nods.

"Very well."

R5 trundles back up the entry ramp and disappears into the ship. A couple of minutes later the entry ramp is raised, the engine ignites, and the ship lifts off from the platform. The landing gear retracts, and with a roar the ship shoots of into the traffic above.

"So, Sora," says Bane as they set off into the streets, "Where exactly are we going?"

Sora does not seem to have actually considered this. He gives Bane a reproving frown.

"A cantina," he decides vaguely at length.

"A cantina," Bane repeats, nodding, "That narrows it down."
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Sora does not grace this comment with a response. Instead he turns to Ak-Yev, addressing him in Basic.

"Ak-Yev, do you have any suggestions for cantinas in which to start looking for this duros gang?"

Ak-Yev shrugs.

"My suggestion would be to inquire at the Jekk'Jekk Tarr," he replies somberly, "It is a popular venue for many of the aliens in the district. If your duros are not there, there is a good chance someone may have seen them, if it be the will of Quay."

Sora nods approvingly, turning back to Bane.

"The Jekk'Jekk Tarr," he says confidently, "Is that specific enough for you?"

Zirak suspects Bane is rolling his eyes, though his helmet conceals his features.

"Very well, Sora. Let us hope that 'Quay' is not leading us all on a wild jakrab chase."

"A word of warning, Emissary," Ak-Yev says earnestly to Zirak, "Many sections of the cantina are filled with cyanogen. Many species including weequay find this more comfortable to breath than oxygen, however it is fatal to humans and a number of alien species. I do not know if Quay has gifted you with the ability to breath these toxins?"

Zirak gives a look of distaste.

"Quay prefers that I do not become too reliant on his powers," he says smoothly, "I shall need to acquire a breath mask before we enter the cantina."

Bane taps his helmet.

"Another reason I always like to be prepared."

They do not have trouble locating a stall which stocks breath masks on their way to the cantina, and after a little bit of haggling, they purchase one for two hundred credits. Zirak places it on his face as they head off once more, looking even more like a Sith lord. The Jekk'Jekk Tarr is not far, and they reach the cantina without incident. A pair of bouncers, a weequay and a zabrak, flank the entrance, but make no effort to stop the party as they enter.

Upon entering, the party find themselves in a red-lit corridor. This opens out into a large, circular room after a few meters. The room is also lit by infrared lighting, and filled with an array of patrons, the most common being trandoshans and devaronians. They have noticed an elderly cerean seated at a table to the left of the room, along with a white skinned twi'lek and a ruddy skinned devaronian. The cerean wears a breath mask, and has a patch over his eye. The attire of the trio suggests that they are a space pirates. But of more interest to the party is the pair of duros who sit at the bar, heavy blasters at their sides.
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