"And the credits," Zirak prompts as Bane coils up the droideka and R5 inserts an appendage into the computer and begins to get to work.

"Of course," Alruun says hastily, withdrawing a credit chip from a drawer and transferring the ten thousand credits back to Bane.

There is silence for the next ten minutes or so after this, as Bane and Zirak wait patiently for R5 to complete its work. Alruun sits perched on the side of a canister in the corner of the room, not taking his eyes of Zirak's lightsaber. Sweat beads down his forehead, and his eyes dart to R5 and back to Zirak with fear as R5 beeps to indicate it has completed the forgery.

"Beepity-boop-dwoop!" it beeps triumphantly, withdrawing its appendage and removing the codecard.

OOC: R5-D3 rolled 32 using 1d20+15. Forgery.
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"Nice," says Bane, as he moves towards the door, the droideka rolling behind, "Well, Darros, as they say, 'pleasure doing business with you'."

Alruun expression is a mixture of indignation and relief as the pair exit his store. He makes no response as the door slides closed behind them. He slumps into his chair and does not move for a long time.

The rather jubilant trio make their way back to their ship once more. Once again, it takes them little more than half an hour to make their way through the increasingly familiar streets and alleyways, and up the rumbling elevator.

Upon entering the ship, they find Sora and Sella seated exactly as they left them. Sora rises eagerly as they enter.

"How did you go?"

"I can't complain," Bane replies, holding up the credit chip which now contains twenty thousand credits in his right hand, and patting the coiled droideka beside him with his left.

Sora raises a curious eyebrow.

"Beepity-boop-bleep-boop," R5 explains in answer to Sora's look, moving over to replace the newly forged ID signature.
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"Precisely," Bane translates, "Aggressive negotiations."

"You killed him?" Sora guesses darkly.

"What do you take us for?" Bane replies indignantly, "Amateurs?"

Sora doesn't seem quite sure how to interpret this comment, so he ignores it, focusing on Zirak.

"I think we should remain on this planet a little longer," he says, "I would like to find somewhere we can access this 'holonet'."

"I thought our ship had the holonet," Zirak frowns, "Agreed though. You should eat before we travel again."

"It isn't working, if the ship ever had access," Bane replies as he transfers the credits onto empty chips in portions of five thousand each, "We will have to get that fixed before we go. And we shall need to then download some updated navigation charts, unless either of you are particularly feeling like going to Malastare or Eriadu?"

Zirak, thinking of what he knows about these two planets; 'food is scarce' and 'can defend itself' replies firmly.

"We are not."

"Beepity-beep-boop-beep," R5 informs Bane.
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"There we go," Bane waves a hand to the droid, "That explains it. We shall need to get our transponder fixed."

"What is a transponder?" asks Zirak blankly.

"Something which allows us holonet access," Bane explains vaguely.

"Well, then, what are we waiting for?" Sora says, making his way to the boarding ramp.

"Waiting for some credits?" Bane says to him, passing him one of the chips, "Five for me, five for you, five for Zirak and five for R5."

Sella doesn't bother to argue, rising and remaining close to Sora.