"How fortunate for you," Zirak observes, "I suggest you transfer it to our account. Now."

"Indeed," Bane agrees, emerging from his hiding place.

The quarren has withdrawn a credit chip, and typed a couple of buttons. He has glanced warily at the lightsaber, as if he doesn't trust it not to continue on its trajectory the moment the credits are transferred, but he seems to realise it is guaranteed to do so if he does anything aside from an instant transfer. He therefore does so.

Zirak has checked his account to be sure the five thousand credits have safely arrived.

A message indicating that the transferal is in process has displayed on the screen of the chip as the tension continues to hang in the air. At length the transferal successfully completes.

Zirak has sheathed his lightsaber.

"Run along then, squid. And remember that next time, the price for living will be double if you chase my minion again."

The quarren makes no attempt to argue. He gropes his way backward for a meter or two before turning and hurrying for the turbolift.

OOC: Bane Malar has advanced to level 7.
R5-D3 has advanced to level 6.
Sora Bulq has advanced to level 7.
Zirak Derasir has advanced to level 7.
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"We probably should have killed him," Bane says as the quarren disappears into the turbolift and out of sight, "Still, I suppose it can't hurt too much if I get a bit of street cred with the Hutts."

Zirak does not seem to hear him, having pulled out his comlink to contact Sora.

"Have you eaten anyone yet?" he demands, when at last it connects.

There is no response. Then finally a groggy, irritated, incomprehensible mumble.

"I don't speak weequay," Zirak says meanly.

He hears nothing else after this.

"Lazy slug," Zirak mutters, ending the call, and turning to Bane, "Well, what planet should we go to after Sora has eaten someone who isn't you or I?"

"My suggestion would be to travel to Falleen," Bane replies innocently, "I've got a friend there with enough credits to do whatever you want, and access to informat-"

"Don't make me husk you, Bane. I like you."

"You asked," Bane replies, raising a pair of placating hands.

"True," Zirak allows, "Where do you think we should go, R5?" Zirak adds, apparently having more faith in R5's objectivity than Bane's.

"Beepity-boop-beep-dwoop," R5 explains.

"Yes, I know it has to be somewhere with a decent droid parts shop," Zirak says patiently.

"Beepity-boop-beep-dwoop," R5 repeats, more slowly.

"Ah," says Zirak sheepishly, not looking at Bane, "Corellia you say? A friend of Dian Vevor's?"

"Beepity-boop-beep-boop?" R5 beeps smugly.

"Yes," says Zirak, smirking, "Yes, I imagine he would pay quite a few credits to stop that kind of information getting out. You see, Bane? That is the sort of objective, helpful advice we are looking for. Does it have food?" he adds as an afterthought.
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"Beep-beepity!" R5 asserts.

"Excellent!" replies Zirak approvingly, "It's settled then. We travel to Corellia."

OOC: End of Chapter VI...