"Telos has one of the most dedicated security forces in the galaxy," Biggs replies with a touch of hurt pride, "And besides, the Republic still has a significant presence there from the Sith attack. There are some good agents there."

"There's a difference between being good and being competent. If they were the latter, Czerka wouldn't still be running their forest floor restoration efforts," Xizran scoffs derisively.

"Last I heard, their restoration efforts had not quite progressed to the point of trees, much less forests," Stro'to murmurs.

"You're information is clearly outdated," Biggs replies, sounding pleased to be able to refute Xizran, "Czerka has mostly departed Telos after that Jedi Exile disrupted their criminal efforts several months ago. The Ithorians are heading the restoration efforts these days. And we have trees," he adds with a dirty glance at Stro'to.

"I'd hardly consider Ithorians an improvement," Bane mutters.

“Well I wouldn’t know. It’s not like Lux ever shared any slices of that holoboard with the rest of us,” Xizran sneers. “I find it hard to imagine Ithorians having enough credits to fund anything though. Who is footing the bill for them?”
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“Perhaps such questions could be saved until after we ourselves are safely off-world?” Sto’to suggests.

"Quite so," Layla agrees firmly, her wary gaze scanning the buildings about them, "However these enemies of ours are clearly well connected. I would be cautious about whose assistance we seek."

"I know a few Telosians who I trust with my life," Biggs replies confidently as he continues to direct the speeder through the streets.

"Right..." says Fennec, sounding not at all convinced.

"You have a ship, I take it?" Bane enquires of Biggs as he continues to surreptitiously jostle with Layla.

"I do," Biggs asserts as he turns onto a busier street once more, his gaze scanning the rooftops about them as he weaves his way through the traffic.

"And seeing as we are aliens in distress and you are a chivalrous human who was leaving this planet anyway, passage on such a ship would be free, one is safe to assume?" Stro'to suggests hopefully.
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Biggs sends Stro'to a sidelong glance which suggests the crime lord would not be his first choice of an alien to be chivalrous to. He sighs, glancing at Layla.

"I'll take you to Telos," he allows, "I hope you don't make me regret it."

"We're providing him free protection," Fennec scoffs to Stro'to, "If anything he should be paying us."

"Maybe antagonising our ride isn't the most prudent course of action?" Bane directs at Fennec pointedly.

"She's antagonizing the driver, not the ride," Xizran scoffs.

"Nobody is antagonizing anyone," Stro'to assures Biggs. "We are all most grateful for our free ride. Fennec just lacked parents growing up, so she never learned words the rest of us learned like 'thank you', but I assure you, if you could speak 'Fennec', that would be what she means."

Fennec shoots Stro'to a dark look at the mention of her parents or lack thereof, before proceeding to roll her eyes at Stro'to's toadying.

"Sleemo," she mutters.

"Right..." says Biggs, sounding about as convinced as one might expect.

"This bickering isn't helping," Layla interjects impatiently, "It isn't a long journey to Telos. Surely we can be civil to each other until we arrive."

Xizran pointedly says nothing to that idea.

"Civil is my middle name, I assure you," Stro'to promises reassuringly, if not very sincerely.

By this time Biggs has directed the speeder into a wide street which is deserted save for a group of inebriated Weequay laughing and coughing as they smoke what appear to be death sticks outside a cantina and a pair of sleepy looking Klatooinian technicians on their way to work. Biggs slows the speeder as he comes to a stop outside a run down docking complex at the end of the street.

"All right, here we are," Biggs informs them as he leaps lightly out of the speeder to stride toward a speeder hire garage beside the hanger.

"Back in a minute," he informs the others over his shoulder as he passes the Gran security officer who slouches against the entrance, stifling a yawn as Biggs passes.