"Where exactly are we going?" Fennec directs at Biggs as he turns right down another narrow street once more.

"I don't know," Biggs replies pensively as he glances over his shoulder, "I'm thinking."

"Might I suggest you do your thinking indoors where we aren't likely to be spotted by a million spies?" Bane suggests as he elbows Layla towards Stro'to's side of the vehicle.

"He's right," Layla replies, elbowing Bane back as she firmly resists moving any closer to Stro'to than she has to, "Our pursuers seem to have eyes everywhere in this city. We need to get off the streets as soon as possible."

"Off-world would be preferable," Fennec corrects.

“Indeed,” Xizran agrees, “accidentally” stepping on Stro’to”s foot.

“I don’t bite,” Stro’to assures Layla, looking slightly wounded. (Possibly because he is.)

Biggs turns down a deserted alleyway, setting the speeder in idle as he puts on the break and turns to view the others with a frown.

"Before we go any further, it's time for some answers. Who are you lot and who are these people chasing you? And how do you know Kadon?"

"You mean 'how did we know Kadon', past tense," Bane interjects.

"Yes, let's all get picky about correct Galactic Basic when we're busy being shot at, shall we?" Xizran sneers.

"Ah, poor Kadon. A dear and beloved friend," Stro'to says mournfully. "Perhaps it would be best if you answered this, Layla? Since of us all, you were the closest one to our departed friend."

Layla shoots Stro'to an unimpressed look. She nevertheless turns back to Biggs.

"I am a former Jedi," she admits, "I departed the Order some time ago but I knew Kadon from my days serving the Republic. We both shared a dislike of slavers and criminals," here she gives Stro'to another pointed look, "And we would assist each other from time to time. As for our pursuers, we are still trying to learn their motives. My current guess is that they are a new power on the organized crime scene."

Biggs frowns, pondering Layla's words.

"And what about them?" he asks her, glancing at Xizran and Stro'to and the others.

"We work for the Exchange," Fennec puts in menacingly, "Satisfied? Or do you still want to have this conversation while waiting for our pursuers to catch up with us once again?"

"Not helping," Bane mutters to Fennec as Biggs turns an accusing glance to Layla, then in a louder voice to Biggs, "I'm just an innocent bystander in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"It's complicated," Layla sighs, "The people who killed Kadon are also trying to wipe out the Exchange. Which normally I would say is a good thing except that they seem to be something even worse."

"I find it difficult to imagine something worse," Biggs says with a glance of dislike at Fennec, "Except the Sith of course. And the Mandalorians."

"Look, let's put it this way," Xizran sneers. "When the Exchange want you dead we kill you. When these people want someone dead, they crash a space cruiser into a sub-district they think their target might be staying at. I'm not saying the Republic wants either of us around, but since they lack the spine to keep vermin like the ones who are warring with us in line, that makes us the lesser of two evils since you can be a mundane citizen and live next to us without dying so long as you don't mess with us. We also give kickbacks to the government, so technically we help fund governance. These lot don't, they left because they were worried the government would object to them shooting innocent people in broad daylight, so they are a net drain there as well."

Stro'to surreptitiously facepalms.

"Exactly," Fennec agrees, smugly crossing her arms and staring at Biggs expectantly.

Biggs opens his mouth, then closes it, glancing between Xizran and Fennec with furrowed brow.

"The most important thing is that we escape this planet," Layla puts in quickly, "Whoever these people are we need to elude them and get some answers."

"All right," Biggs agrees at length, taking hold of the controls once more as he accelerates off down the street, "We need to get word of this to Telos as soon as possible. Hopefully the Republic can find some answers and decide the best course of action."

"If you're relying on Telos to do anything but lose our possessions and confiscate our ship, you're dreaming."

"He said contact them, my dear Xizran, not go there. I do hope we are not planning to go there...?" Stro'to, who may or may not have his own reasons for not wanting to go to a place primarily controlled by Czerka, queries cautiously.