Eeth's eyes widen in bewilderment as he watches the recording.

"That is... not me..." he shakes his head in disbelief.

Zirak narrows his eyes.

"Did you steal our credits?" he demands suspiciously.

"Relax Zirak, I actually believe him," says Bane, "Though I suspect it might have something to do with our missing fortune," he continues grimly, swapping across to another image of what appears to be the treasury full of weequay soldiers packing aurodium ingots into crates, "These were cleared out a couple of days after your capture, Eeth, and around a week before the supposed 'terror attack'. My initial guess is that Sora's uncle thought he'd make use of your capture and frame you for the murder of the Sriluur ruling council. Not a terrible plan, you have to admit."
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Eeth gives him a look which suggests he feels no obligation to admit anything of the sort.
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"...At least tell me the bounty on his head now is worth as much as the credits he didn't steal?" Zirak says, eyeing Eeth with a mercenary gleam in his eye.

Bane types into the console, then nods, impressed.

"It's actually quite a decent amount-"

"We are not handing over Eeth for a bounty," Sora says firmly, "Didn't you two hear him say he didn't do it?"

"Yes, we heard him say that he doesn't have anything worth sparing him for," Zirak sneers. "He has been abundantly clear on that. His only worth is as a food source, and even that is nothing if you won't eat him."

"We need him to take us to the Jedi Crusaders," Sora replies, "We need all the information we can get on this cube."

"We should leave immediately," Eeth says, "If your uncle sent any transmissions regarding the attack, it won't be long before we have half the galaxy on our doorstep."

"And speaking off..." Bane says ominously, typing away, "We have a ship entering the atmosphere, requesting permission to dock."

"Wonderful."

"Who is it?" Sora frowns, rising from his desk to approach Bane.

"Your guess is as good as mine, Sora," Bane says unhelpfully, flicking a switch on the comm system beside the terminal, "They'll be expecting a weequay to answer to you'd better do the talking Sora."
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"Blockade runner to Ruul," comes a cold, female voice in Basic, "I'm here for the Jedi."

Sora sends the others an ominous glance, before coughing and leaning closer to the comm.

"Um... Jedi?"

There is an impatient sigh from the other end of the comm.

"Korak was expecting me, right? What platform am I heading for?"

"Um, right..." Sora says, "Right... The Jedi... Yes..."

OOC: Sora Bulq rolled 3 using 1d20. Bluff.

Bane places a pained hand to his helmeted forehead, bringing up a schematic of the Bulq Estate and silently tapping Platform Three.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" comes the female voice impatiently.

"Ah, yes, sorry," Sora says, "You are cleared for Platform... Platform Three."

"Fine," says the female voice, "Just make sure you have the Jedi ready."

With that the comm clicks off.

"Real smooth, Sora," Bane shakes his head darkly.

"... So what now?" Zirak sneers.

"Now," says Bane confidently as he snatches up his blaster rifle and begins to stride to the door, "We find out what Korak was up to, and hopefully where he sent all that aurodium."