Heroes? in the Half Shell (MN-11)

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay sat in the cockpit of the Tortoise, the crew having left Nar Shaddaa very late. He had flipped that ship he had stolen from the Czerka facility. Something told him that holding onto a ship like that would be bad. Very bad.

He was checking astrogation charts, looking out into the blue hyperspace field, wondering what would be next. Things were... tense.... to say the least. Better than they had been. The cross-flap of his military jacket was open, his posture relaxed as he checked the navicomputer math. "No, don't try to find any shortcuts around maws of black holes. That's stupid..." He muttered to the computer, before taking in a sigh.

A glass of whiskey was on the console. Trying to hold on to the memories.

[Nudimsu]

After all this had occoured, Nudimsu was this close from feeling like the whiskey on the table was going to be his friend. Ever Chiss had their strengths and weaknesses, every Chiss had the ability to show rare moments of emotion.

This was not one of those times. "Durasay." He nods and glances at him. "Good to see you made it out in one piece."

[Durasay Mixo]

"I don't know if one piece is the right word, Nudimsu." There was a slight smile on his features, as he leaned back in his chair. Grabbing the glass, he took a sip. "There's the rest of the bottle in the emergency supplies." He pointed to the bulkhead. "Pour yourself a glass my friend."

"Any regrets?" He looked to the Chiss, watching him thoughtfully.

[Nudimsu]

He calms himself down and actually sits and pours it, scoffing at the notion of the need for liquor. He glances at the glass and takes a small sip, followed by a cough from the shock of the flavor. "How can you drink this stuff?"

Placing it down, he looks at Durasay. "From this shithole? Plenty. Ended being a dud for me, personally, and that whole company issue, not to mention the Pirate Queen.." He picks it up. "About having my faith in you? Not really. I'm assuming that there was a reason you did not tell us part of the plan, but you're smart. May have been better to keep us in the dark to keep Craw's reaction natural; they didn't even expect it and he acted as anyone could have predicted."

His eyes glance towards him in a stare. "Though I am not Craw. You understand?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"Plausible deniability. Things go wrong, like they did, you and Craw had no knowledge of it." He offered a small smile, followed by another glance into the starfield. "Mercenaries got greedy. Altered the deal. They will get what's coming to them."

There was a small ember of fire in his voice, as he adjusted the navicomputer again. "Hyperdrive is being a bit snippy. We should check to make sure the Nar Shaddaa star charts didn't come with some added features, if you know what I mean." He then sighed, and looked back at Nudimsu.

"You're right. You aren't Craw. It's how I knew if things went south, you'd be able to keep him on objective. Perspective. I... mishandled the planning. I should have let Craw in on it, but time ran against me."

Lots of things were left behind. "We lost out on the Queen. She probably has a bounty on us. More so on me since I thumbed my nose at her. But on the bright side, we got Craw's mother out with zero risk to the ship. That's a win."

[Nudimsu]

"I know. Just making sure you understand. That my levelheadedness required faith in you. That took a lot in me. So I merely want you to understand the level of trust I have, and I am glad to see it is rewarded." He takes his drink and sips it softly. "

"I'll take a look at it shortly." He keeps the drink in his hand and goes into his datapad to scroll thru the information. "We all make mistakes. No plan is perfect, and hindsight brings it back together. So I don't judge you for making that mistake. Just, something to keep in mind for the next job." He grabs the drink and sips it. Each time, it began to adapt and slowly get better. "The Queen will have a rough time getting to you, so long as I'm here, Durasay. I can outpilot any of those rookies they throw at us. A small smile creepded over his face at the mention of Craw's mother. Family was important; always was, always will be.

"So, what now? I know you made yourself well known within the Republic. They give you any leads for a new job?"

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay laughed. "Not really. I made more contacts with the Jedi than the Republic itself." The smile didn't disappear from his face. "I was thinking of going home, Nudimsu."

He allowed it to sink in for a moment, looking at his friend's red eyes. "Running for office. Project Evolution got to me. Especially now that the Republic has that data. Need someone to hold them accountable to thwir constituents."

He watched the Chiss for any reaction, any social cue. "It's nothing as respectable as smuggling or running jobs for crime lords, but someone has to do it, right?"

[Craw Toboga]

Craw entered the cockpit, he was in casual clothing, looking rather tired.
"Leaving us already, Dur?" He asked, his tone cool.

[Nudimsu]

His eyes widen for a moment at the mention, surely from the shock of it, but they return to their mellow look once more.

"Well, you have my sympathies, such as they are." He nods and takes another small sip. "Politics will ruin you, I feel." Still, Nudimsu understood sacrifice and what will come of it for ones Family.

"If you would like, I could join you some time. Be nice to see my cousins of Pantora, admittedly. I am ever curious how our politics differ from that of my own." He nods and looks to Craw. "Yes, so it seems we need to find a new face of the Tortoise to make due."

[Durasay Mixo]

"You're both more than welcome to come with me to Pantora. The greatest regret would be leaving the crew behind. Besides, it is an election. If I lose, I still need a job." He smirked as he spoke, turning the chair to face both men.

"You both received the credit transfer from the sale of the Czerka ship I stole, right?" He cocked an eyebrow, looking at the two men.

[Craw Toboga]

Craw nodded. "I got the money, thanks." He paused, and scratched the back of his neck. "We can take you to Pantora, but I sort of have... Some personal business I need to do after that, and I'll probably need Nudie's help for that." He finished.

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay looked at Craw, nodding in understanding. "I don't need to get started on my plans right away. I did promise to help you with that. If you still want my help." Yellow eyes focused on the mando's face, watching for any tiny reaction.

"I would also understand if you preferred I didn't."

[Craw Toboga]

Craw looked... Just tired. His escapades on the Smuggler's Moon had taken a lot out of him. He answered in a flat tone. "I ain't one for turning down help."

[Durasay Mixo]

"Then you have my help." It was said with a wider smile, knowing he couls bring a few more tricks to the table. He felt that connection to the force even more strongly.

"Where should we start?"

[Nudimsu]

"Not that I care on such things, but it would be good for both of you to discuss your feelings before you leave for good. Don't have to do it now, but soon."

He took another sip of the drink and widen his eyes before going back to his datalink. "Hmm... caculation seem to be a bit off here...damn third rate map maker.."

The Chiss goes silent as he runs thru the numbers to fix the blatant errors on it. Making unnecessary turns here and there to waste their time. Plus could have been a ambush setup by the Queen. Something he may have to consider for some time when coming thru the area.

"I'll go where I am needed. If there is a chance to make a few credits along the way, so much the better. Until then, Craw ordeal seems easier than starting a political campaign."

[Craw Toboga]

He looked at Dur when he asked his question, and shrugged. "she's clan cadera, maybe we should figure out where they're holed up and see if we can contact her through them. Or maybe Nudie's chiss contacts know something."
Craw shook his head at Nudie's suggestion. "We'll see."

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay looked at Craw, before looking back to the hyperspace field. Part of him wanted to touch into the Force. He could manupulate Craw's emotions, make it an easier journey.

But it wouldn't be the right journey.

"Then let's take care of that, first."