Korr Sella walks with Sora to the large cargo hold, and has made a show of examining the contents of the crates which are stacked within. As she does so, she watches Zirak out of the corner of her eye. The crate is filled with blaster power packs. While it is impractical to count each one, they estimate each crate holds roughly one hundred packs.

"Well, we won't be running out of ammunition in a hurry," Sella muses.

Sora opens another of the crates. It contains the same power packs as Sella's crate.

"It seems we will not be," he agrees.

OOC: There are ten crates, each filled with one hundred packs, so there are one thousand power packs in total.
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The trio have wandered about the ship and hold for around an hour before Zirak begins to lose interest. He has found his way to a secluded section of the cargo hold, knelt down, and begin meditating.

As soon as Zirak begins meditating, Sella has gently steered Sora to the chute and out of earshot.

Zirak, not the most perceptive meditator, has not noticed.

To his disappointment, Zirak has not had any visions or further memories resurface. He sees nothing aside from the back of his eyelids. The journey to Denon, Bane informs him when he later returns to the cockpit, should take around three days. The first day is relatively uneventful. Sora spends his time trying to glean information about the galaxy from his companions. Bane answers the first few questions shortly but honestly, before resorting to making up extraordinary tales, deriving amusement from Sora taking them seriously. His interest swiftly subsides as Sella begins to tell him off each time, and point out to Sora when he is bluffing. After a while the bounty hunter begins to remain obstinately silent when questioned by the amnesic weequay, and so it falls to Sella to fill him in, which she has done with all the tender patience and care that might be expected of one trying to win another over to their side.
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Things are going as smoothly as they can given the passengers on board, until partway through the second day. Sora is sitting in the rear of the cockpit, questioning Sella about Jedi of the galaxy, when all of a sudden he begins to tremble, and his pupils begin to dilate.

OOC: Sora Bulq rolled 12 using 1d20+5. Will Save.
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Sella glances at Zirak doubtfully.

"Is... he all right?"

Zirak has also risen, and with a hungry gleam in his eyes he reaches out a hand towards Sora. A dark energy, like a palpitating shadow, passes out from Sora, and seems to hang, suspended in the cabin between the pair.

OOC: Zirak Derasir rolled 25 using 1d20+7. Will Save.

Zirak's eyes begin to dilate, as the dark energy begins to be absorbed into him. But even as it does so, Sora stretches out his own hand, and the energy moves back into the center.

OOC: Sora Bulq rolled 20 using 1d20+5. Will Save.
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"Oh dear..." Bane murmurs, ducking a little lower in his chair.

A look of extreme annoyance passes across Zirak's face as he reaches out a second hand, and the darkness is once more drawn toward him.

OOC: Zirak Derasir rolled 18 using 1d20+7. Will Save.

Sora also reaches out a second hand. The darkness hangs evenly between them for a second longer, then all of a sudden it is absorbed into Sora, who gives a roar of fury and then, suddenly the darkness is gone, and both he and Zirak are thrown backwards onto the ground, and the room about them returns to normal. Sora rises slowly, giving Zirak a grateful nod.

OOC: Sora Bulq rolled 18 using 1d20+5. Will Save.
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"Next time," Zirak pants, also rising, "Try to do that when you are alone with Sella and not when you are with me."

Sora seems to interpret Zirak's words as a joke, and grins good naturedly.

Bane cautiously resumes his position at the pilot's seat.

"Just... try to hold it until Denon."

"If I find I cannot, I will corner Sella in the engine room before I kill you, Bane."

"Very noble of you," Bane replies without a hint of sarcasm.

Zirak smirks.

"So," says Bane, after a minute or so has passed, resuming a lighthearted tone, "I'm thinking of naming this ship 'Malar's Fist'. What do you think?"
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"It doesn't already have a name?" Sella asks skeptically.

"Well, yes, it's registered as 'Dactillion's Claw'," Bane responds, "But that certainly won't do. I mean, not only is it the worst name of a ship since the 'Obesidon Harrier', but it is also likely in databases which may connect it with Kau'dan City's destruction."
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"We aren't going to keep the ship," Sella retorts flatly, "It is technically stolen property. Once we reach Coruscant we shall return it."

"I don't know which of your illusions to shatter first," Bane replies with a long-suffering sigh.
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Zirak snickers meanly.