The remainder of the journey passes without incident, and soon enough they are exiting hyperspace above the planet of Telos. The planet's surface glows a dull barren brown with the exception of the satellite structure of Citadel Station which sprawls across the majority of the northern quadrant. Beneath the station a small section of greenery is visible from its restoration zones.

"There she is," says Biggs with a smile, seated in the pilot's chair once more as he directs the ship towards the planet.

"Indeed," agrees Bane, seated beside him.

"Ah, fair Telos," Stro'to says, squinting down to see if he can spot from this distance where all the alternative docking stations on the station are.

"Don't even dream of it."

"Unfortunately as our communications array is not functional I've got no way of contacting the TSF or Republic forces on the station," Biggs informs the others, "I'll take us into one of the public hangers and use the short range comlink from there."

"A public hanger is preferable anyway," Fennec informs him firmly.

"It will be reassuring to know Telosian's finest security is keeping us safe," Stro'to says agrees dulcetly.

Xizran scoffs and keeps an eye on the station as they approach, memorizing the layout.

Biggs descends towards the sprawling space station. Beneath them the neatly organized gridwork of gleaming durasteel buildings spreads as far as the eye can see, full of large freighters importing and exporting everything from fuel to advanced shielding technology to foodstuffs. At length the Biggs drops into the traffic before slowing to take them into a hanger built into the side of one of the buildings. The landing struts descend as the freighter settles down with a hiss of its landing vents.

"Well," says Biggs as he glances into the captain's quarters to ensure Xizran has taken all his belongings, "I guess this is where we part ways."

"Correct," agrees Fennec briskly as she strides past on her way to the boarding ramp.

Xizran seems to indeed have taken all his belongings. (Not to mention some of Biggs'.)

"Indeed. Out you get, Stro'to."

"I do not see why we need to part ways so soon," Stro'to objects. "I for one am short on credits to pay for an apartment. Staying here until we find another ship to get off-world and using our credits to instead pay for things like the public mesh-cleanser and a new set of clothes seems to me a much more sensible use of our funds. Assuming, of course, that our Republic friend does not object. But I do not see why he would. With the ship in this condition, nobody else would be renting it."

"Technically this ship is property of the Republic which was loaned to me for my mission," Biggs explains as he presses the panel to lower the boarding ramp with an unhealthy rumble, shuddering to a halt halfway down.

"But, uh, yes," Biggs continues, as he punches the panel once more and the ramp reluctantly finishes lowering to the ground, "I don't believe they are in any particular hurry to have it back."

"We will certainly need access to credits if we are going to find passage off world," Layla agrees, sticking close to Stro'to as they descend the ramp.

"There is a good chance our enemies know the transponder code of this freighter," Fennec argues with a dark glance at the ship, "That Toydarian on Ord Mantell certainly wouldn't have put his neck on the line to keep that information private. The sooner we leave it behind us, the better."

"No one is stopping you and Xizran from leaving," Layla shoots back coolly.