Sora looks interested, but upon a throat slash gesture from Bane, followed by a retching mime, he too seems to think better of the idea.

"So," Zirak says a few moments later, once they are safely outside, "Do we sell off the contents of our cargo hold before or after we approach this Alruun Darros?"

"Before, I should think," replies Bane, "After all, what Darros is doing is highly illegal, and therefore likely to be highly expensive."

Sella remains obstinately silent.

"Agreed," nods Zirak, "After all, we can always rob him after we've paid him and he's done the job, if we need the credits, but I doubt we can persuade him to do it for nothing."

"That would not be right," Sora replies firmly.

"Because, of course, that is where we draw the line between right and wrong," Sella mutters dryly to herself.
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"We also need some comlinks," Bane continues, not seeming to hear her.

"Yes," Sella agrees, lighting up at this suggestion, "That way we can communicate with each other if we are split up."

Bane seems a little put off by her enthusiasm.

"On second thoughts, let's just try to avoid splitting up."
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"We should get comlinks," Zirak says, in rare disagreement with Bane. "After all, Sella can contact whoever she wants to over public terminals anyway, but I do not want to be stuck on this planet with no way to contact R5 or you."

Bane considers this.

"I suppose you are probably right," he acknowledges at length, "Very well, comlinks it is."

"And by the way, Sella," Zirak adds, turning to her menacingly, "I suggest you don't jump on a terminal and betray us. Because if you do and I catch you, I will husk you."

Sella sends him an innocent glance, but does not give him a reply.

"Remember, I may not be able to spot you sneaking off, but I can easily tear into your memories once we're back on the ship," Zirak says nastily.

"My memories?" Sella repeats, sounding genuinely concerned.

Zirak smiles meanly.

Sella glances questioningly at Sora.

"Just don't betray us, Sella," the weequay says firmly, "And you will have nothing to fear."

Sella is silent for a few minutes as they walk back towards the ship.

"So," she says tentatively at length, "I suppose if you three are determined to sell this stolen cargo, we aught to split it evenly between the four of us..."

"Between the four of us, yes," Zirak replies coolly, "Me, Bane, Sora and R5."

"We're being nice just letting you tag along," Bane adds firmly.

Sella opens her mouth to argue, but at the look on Zirak's face she thinks better of it, and simply broods in silence.

A few minutes later they reach the archaic elevator, and after a slow rumbling journey up, and then a short journey along the corridor, they are back on board the ship once more.

"So," says Bane, glancing at the ten bulky crates of power packs "Is this going to be as arduous as it looks?"