"Check the nav' computer," Bane calls to Zirak as they ascend, "What options have these merchants given us?"

"...Nav' computer?" Zirak says, delicately, after a slight pause.

OOC: Zirak Derasir rolled 5 using 1d20+2. Knowledge (technology).
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Bane mutters something to himself, and Zirak thinks he catches the word 'useless'.
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"I happen to have lost my memories, as you know," Zirak says, bristling defensively. "Had you done the same, I am sure you would be no better off than I."

"Does someone know how to check nav' charts?" Bane ignores him tersely.

Zirak sends him a dirty look.

Sora Bulq opens his mouth, then closes it again, shaking his head.

Korr Sella doesn't seem to hear Bane. She sits slumped in a chair at the rear of the cabin, her expression flat and distant as she stares at the remains of the collapsing city far below.

"Of all the beings in the galaxy to get lumped with..." Bane mutters to himself.

R5-D3 swivels it's head in Bane's direction.

"Beep-boopity-bleep?"
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Bane shoots it an irritated glare.

"I never said you weren't useful."

"Beep-boop-blip," the droid continues obstinately.
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"All right, fine, fine! You are 'invaluable'," Bane snaps, "Happy? Now can you check the chart already?"

R5 gives a series of smug and mirthful beeps, before trundling over to the navigation computer and inserting an appendage.

OOC: R5-D3 rolled 27 using 1d20+8. Astrogate.
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"I could husk you, you know," Zirak directs at Sella with a soft malevolence, "That, too, would ease the anguish you are radiating outwards and clogging up the room with."

Sella stares at the ruined city for a moment longer, before coming to herself. She rises quickly and approaches Bane at the front of the cockpit.

"How are we doing?"

Bane appears to ignore her.
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Sora senses some smug satisfaction from Zirak.

"Bane, how are we doing?" he repeats Sella's question.

"First of all, 'we' aren't a 'we', lady," Bane replies to Sella at length, not turning to look at her, "I've got just enough kindness in me not to space you, but you're getting dropped off on the first planet we land on. As for how we are doing," he directs at Zirak in a warmer tone, "that will depend on whether these Pau'an's have been doing business with some serious planets, or whether they've been doing relief movements to Serroco."

"Wasteful of you, Bane," Zirak tsks in reference to the bounty hunter's earlier statement, "Two of us require sustenance, and you are the only other sentient on board. How could you consider spacing her?"

Sora sends Zirak a frown.

"We don't know what this thing is with which we are afflicted. We would be wise to try to resist our hunger until we know more."

"One of us requires sustenance, then," Zirak amends, "Happy?"

"What are you talking about?" Sella asks blankly.

"Oh, you will find out soon enough. We are on a long flight, after all," Zirak smiles ominously.

Zirak thinks he detects a series of beeps that sound remarkably like a snigger from over by the navigation computer.
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