"Zirak?" he hears Sella's voice as she peers in, "Are you in here?"

"No," Zirak replies tersely, not opening his eyes.
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"Ha ha," Sella says dryly, entering. She approaches him, but does not sit.

"Look," she says, "I know we may not like each other, but since it seems like we will be travelling together for the foreseeable future, why don't we at least try to be civil to each other?"

"For me, this is civil," Zirak sneers, opening his eyes to stare malevolently at her, "After all, we all know you are only tagging along so you can get the glory of handing Sora over to your precious Stratocracy."

"Still, I have not contacted the Stratocracy to give them your location," Sella replies, reasonably, "I am giving him the opportunity to turn himself in when he is ready to accept responsibility for his actions."

"Because R5 is watching you, and I would eat you if you did," Zirak counters.

Sella chooses not to answer this, fixing him with an unimpressed frown.

Zirak stands suddenly and takes a step closer to her, reaching out a finger and pressing it against her forehead. Sella feels an unpleasant sensation in her mind, as if something is trying to suck her thoughts from within her skull, but is able to break free of it. Zirak steps backwards, sneering.

"Luckily for you, I am weakened. You can keep your secrets for now, but eventually I will find them, Sella. And you had best hope, when I do, that you have Sora around to protect you."

OOC: Zirak Derasir used Drain Knowledge on Korr Sella. (DC11 Will Save).
Korr Sella rolled 15 using 1d20+5. Will Save.
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Sella also steps backward, breathing heavily and staring at Zirak with fear and repulsion.

"You are a sick and twisted being!" she seethes before turning and storming from the room.

This seems to be the reaction Zirak was hoping for, as he smiles smugly and kneels to resume his meditations once more.

The remainder of the journey passes without incident, and it isn't long before the ship gives a slight jolt as it exits hyperspace once again. A planet looms through the viewport before them, a mixture of various shades of green, yellow and murky brown. Within a few minutes the planet has grown in size to take up almost half the viewport and a small moon is visible, mottled with glowing lights, almost like tattoos on its surface. It is to this moon that Bane directs 'Malar's Fist', making his way through the thousands of incoming and outgoing ships which surround the moon.

"Now," says Bane lightly as he dodges through the stream of traffic, "I don't know anything about this Vungo the Hutt, or even where to find him, but I have a-"

"I think I found some information on him," Sella interrupts.

"Oh?" says Bane darkly.

"He appears to have an estate in the Docks Sector," Sella reads, scrolling down her datapad, "He's a businessman of sorts, and owns a large number of shares in Hoersch-Kessel Drive Inc, the starship manufacturing conglomerate-"

"I know what Hoersch-Kessel is," Bane interrupts irritably.

Sella pauses in her reading, sending Bane a disparaging glance, before resuming.

"-the starship manufacturing conglomerate. He also owns a small transport business, 'Star Rim Shipping', which operates out of Nar Shaddaa."

"And what of this Ak-Yev?" Sora asks with interest.
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"Hmm, I can't see any mention of him," Sella admits, frowning at the datapad, "An enforcer or agent of his, perhaps?"

"So you don't know everything," Bane mutters in mock surprise.

The ship shudders slightly as they pass through the atmosphere, descending towards the neon-lit surface of the of the moon. Bane darts through the traffic as they make their way through the skyscrapers and cloudcutters, making his way to the Docks Sector. The skyscrapers begin to become sparser as they reach the sector, and the traffic about them steadily shifts from personal transports and airspeeders to freighters and cargo ships. Bane spots a circular platform jutting out from one of the dock buildings with which he seems to be satisfied, and swings 'Malar's Fist' about to land lightly on the platform.

"Now," Bane says as he rises and lowers the boarding ramp, "How are you two doing? Can we go straight to Vungo's or do you need a snack along the way?"

"You should not make light of such a serious matter," Sora reprimands him darkly.

"I never say 'no' to a snack," Zirak says, apparently having no issues with Bane's flippancy.
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"Well, there are no shortage of snacks on Nar Shaddaa, I can assure you," Bane replies as he begins to stride down the boarding ramp, "Sella is watching the ship again, I presume?"