"There were no further casualties," he assures her, "You do good work; though the mining droids are still down, with both you and your former superior off the station."

He motions to the man at the console in the waiting room, "Take these two and their droid back down to their ship," he orders, "They need to fetch a disabled droid for one of our investigations." 

"Yes sir," the man steps up to them, "Docking Bay Seven?" 

Sharra sends off a quick message to Kreia.

"It's called the Ebon Hawk. We're thinking of changing that though," she says, looking to Stant for approval.

"That's a storied name," he says, some surprise showing in his expression, "You'd be wise to distance yourself from its past owners," he nods, shortly.

"I can show you to the licensing office after we're done this," the officer asks, adding, "Sir," as he leads them out of the station.

Sharra is gratefully lead. "Past owners? T7 didn't mention anyone..." This makes her nervous! What if someone tries to take Padawan Sharra Garon's shiny new ship?

"The Ebon Hawk? Yeah, it's pretty famous in some circles. It was before my time, you know? But it used to show up as a smuggling vessel here and there. At one point it was even owned by an Exchange boss!" 

Sharra looks up at Atton! Oh no!

He squeezes her, "Don't worry, baby, she's all yours now. In your name and everything. Anyone trying to take her from you will have to go through me first."

Relieved snuggles! She presses her cheek against his chest, but looks at the officer. "The chief mentioned Uthuar was on station?"

"Oh, yeah, the mechanic. Really didn't seem the type, you know? We've got him in custody up at the station, but if this droid of yours can clear him we'll move him to protective custody, let him see his wife, and all that." 

"You weren't letting his wife see him? Isn't that a breach of prisoner rights?" 

"Not for something this big. Those mining droids could have killed everyone on the station, and no one would have known until the next freighter came back without a shipment! The fuel from Peragus is what keeps this station running, you know."

"Can we see him? I could pass things along to Mettie and Chawroo. Calm her down some. I've heard horror stories about her temper."

"No kidding..." he glances over his shoulder as he taps in the request for transport at the landing pad console, "Poor Twelfour, she really lit into it." 

"Did she bring the kids? I think there's eighteen of them now."

"Uh- some of them? There were a couple teens, and she had a baby with her." 

"Can we see him?" Atton interjects, "You didn't answer that." 

"-after all of this is done, yeah, but not now."

The transport arrives, and they can climb in for the trip back to the hangars. 

Isk hoists themself in the droid compartment. 

And Sharra sits in her own seat this time! Mostly. She places her legs over Atton's lap.

"Stupid. Uthuar would never. He loves his job, and he hates people like Coorta. They've gotten into at least four tussles since I started working at the station."

"I guess it could just be a cover? But yeah, all the character investigation we've been doing, it really doesn't support him being the kinda man who'd do that." 

The transport lifts off, and they're on their way to the spaceport.

Well. At least they didn't end up spacing the HK-50 unit. And that it didn't see that it was Kreia that destroyed it, so she can hand it right over without messing with it first.

She rests her head against Atton's shoulder and waits.

He slings his arm over her shoulders, winding his fingers into her hair. 

The trip goes quietly from there, and soon enough they're disembarking at the spaceport pad. The officer leads them downstairs to the same hangar hall as before. Their airlock is right where it was, and they walk inside and switch the doors as normal.