Once the Terror Star landed back on Nar Shaddaa, Vec strolled off the ramp at the earliest opportunity. Sure, Shaisha was hurt but he was sure those Sith kids would look after their own well enough without him getting in the way. For now, he needed space to walk and room to breathe. Not that he was in need of those credits all that badly but that was operation was a total scrub and it was embarassing. If someone died, he would probably have something to show for it. They were mismatched by several leagues, that was certain, but put a score between them and the Twi'lek Three.
He pushed the door open to the bar and took a seat at the bar for himself. Pulling out his tin, he tapped out a cigarette. It gave him a thought and he fiddled around with his commlink to call Shae.