"Subtle," Fennec mutters dryly.

"My dear Bane, of course I know one," Stro'to says with a slightly forced laugh. "Why do you think I am still alive and not lying in a ditch with a blaster bolt in my head? But you will need to wait in line behind Xizran if you wish to know where that vault is; I am afraid he is first in line."

Bane gets a general impression of a planet with trees, vague fears of Sith-related rumors, the general impression Stro'to would prefer to put off becoming redundant for as long as possible and would also prefer not to be present when said treasure vault is discovered, and vague, half-formed plots to work out how the twi'lek can get some bodyguards on-side before Fennec shoots him in the back.
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"Wouldn't dream of pushing in front of Xizran," Bane replies smoothly, "I suppose it would be on a planet that is out of the way of the known smuggling routes? Duxn, perhaps?"

"We already know it is on Kashyyyk," Fennec puts in, balancing on one leg with her arms stretched out before her.

"Is there some reason why you are trying to milk me for information, my dear fellow? I assure you, I am already going to take Xizran and anybody else he chooses to accompany him directly to the treasure," Stro'to promises earnestly.

(Bane gets the impression from Stro'to's thoughts that the twi'lek intends to be as indirect about doing this as possible, and several shuddering memories the twi'lek clearly has of some of the less reputable horror holovids about people whose ships crashed in the jungles of Duxn.)
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"I wouldn't call it milking, per se," Bane counters, "Call it professional curiosity. I mean, I would assume there would be plenty of treasure to go around if you really do know the location of this vault?"

"You won't be getting a decicred, no matter how much treasure there is," Fennec interjects coldly.

Bane gets the worrying impression from Stro'to's thoughts that the twi'lek fears no one may be getting a decicred, since even the compeer's aide who was sent to fetch that treasure was ripped apart by the local wildlife-- a fate Stro'to would prefer to avoid sharing.

"That, I fear, is true. Their stinginess is legendary, even in the Exchange," Stro'to says mournfully. "Do not worry, my dear fellow. If I come across one, I will give you a decicred if I come across one in our travels."

"Generous of you," Bane replies dryly, before shrugging, "Well, whenever you feel like revealing the location of this vault just let us know. In the meantime, good luck in your search for that mesh cleanser."

Bane gets flashes of regretful memories of times Stro'to could just wave the company credit card and throw around millions of credits, as well as the general impression that 'whenever Stro'to feels like' is never, followed finally by the vague relief that Stro'to has survived yet another instance of being in the same room as Xizran and Fennec intact.

"Indeed. Indeed. Luck looks like it may be needed, but I have been told by more than one sentient that I was born lucky. T3, I do not suppose you know where the refresher is?" Stro'to says hopefully to the stocky droid still working dutifully on the holonet repairs.

"Beep-boop-beep," T3 responds, not looking around.

There is a pause before Bane translates.

"He says you know where the refresher is."

"...I may have been told, but I fear this mind is not as young as it used to be," Stro'to says mournfully. "And I certainly have not been introduced to the mesh cleanser."
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"Boopity-dweep-boop," T3 replies briskly, still not looking around.

"There is a refresher connected to our sleeping quarters," Bane reminds Stro'to, sounding unsure whether the twi'lek is serious or not, "And T3 has just confirmed that there is no mesh cleanser. No matter, Telos will have plenty I'm sure."

"Can you two continue this conversation --if it can be called that-- somewhere where the rest of us don't have to listen to it?" Fennec scowls at them, balancing on one arm and one leg.

"It really isn't an unreasonable thing to not wish to wear the same underwear for two-- or more than two for you, I would guess-- days in a row, Fennec. Just because you are fine with that doesn't mean everyone is."

Fennec shoots Stro'to a dangerous glare.

Stro'to beats a hasty (and wise) retreat in the direction of the refresher.

Bane waits until Stro'to is out of earshot before turning to Xizran.

"The vault is not on Kashyyyk. Or Duxn either."

"Where is it then? I'm sure it's not on Hoth either but knowing where it isn't doesn't help me."

"That is a... good question," Bane replies elusively, "Somewhere with forests, certainly, and perhaps something to do with the Sith. He has a slippery mind, with more fear and plotting than a Neimoidian. Still, given time I'm sure I can glean something more tangible."

"So basically, you found out nothing. What makes you think it's not Kashyyyk if it has trees and Sith? If memory serves me they had both 5 years back."

"I know it wasn't Kashyyyk," Bane says firmly, "When Fennec mentioned it I sensed a subtle relief that she hadn't seen through his deception."

"...Hmph," Xizran scowls. "Well, at least the upside of him being a lying worm is that we won't have to put up with any wookies whining about slavery."

OOC: End of Chapter VI...
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