"I very much doubt they can do anything to help us, considering who was on the ship with it was stolen." She moves to kissing below his ear... with a little nibbles. "Stay around for as long as it takes us to find a lead? Mmm, and maybe to cash out any credits they throw our way."

"Mn... fine by me," he wraps his arms all the way around her, pulling her closer, "So long as we can get fresh food and they're not keeping us locked up. I've had enough cages for this year cycle."

She leans up high on her toes and runs her fingers through his hair.

"You really think they'll lock up poor Padawan Garon in a force-cage? But she's so young and helpless."

"Heh, yeah, but her scoundrel of a boyfriend they might, even if he does have a heart of gold."

Boyfriend.

Sharra pulls him in for another kiss, holding him tight and close and sending him all the love and amusement she's feeling right now. Things are what they are, with the ship and no contact from Kreia and T3 but — love. They will figure this out.

Course they will. They can get out of anything. Being slippery is their specialty. 

Isk grumbles to themself and turns to the stairs, using their thrusters to make their slow way up. 

Sharra lets them get a little ahead before she finally relents and follows.

Hopefully this was enough time for the officer to give his report?

Well, he's nowhere to be seen and Twelfour opens the office door for them as soon as they enter, so apparently?

Security Chief Eonis beckons them in from his desk once he spots them.

"I've made requests to the surface outposts for any sign of your ship, but I don't expect to hear from them today," he looks very irritated about this, "Atmospheric surveillance isn't actually their purpose, merely something that occurs alongside it. You'll be informed as soon as we know something."

He pushes a datapad across the desk towards them, "In the meantime, we are prepared to offer you accommodation in one of the unused apartments in Sector Seven, along with a credit account to make use of during your stay." 

Atton takes the datapad, handing it to Sharra as he watches the security chief, "And... compensation?"

"All of our things were onboard. Our clothes and money and even our T3 unit. Surely you have some sort of insurance to cover for situations like this?" She looks up to Atton. "Does your friend know any lawyers?"

"He might know a couple."

"You're right that it was our carelessness that lost your ship," he frowns, "I'll see what we can do for you. It could take me some time to pry anything out of Accounts, however."

He looks over to their T7 unit, "In the meantime, and speaking of droids: with that HK-50 missing, we won't be able to give any leniency to the man in our custody. I understand your T7 unit has some information which might change that?" 

Sharra nods. "We have some footage of the HK unit attacking my T3, and I could also go to medical and get scanned? My shoulder is still healing from where Coorta shot me." She stops and thinks about anything else they can give him... "I have a scan of HK from before everything started, but you might already have it, since we got it from the station before we left."

He nods, "Peragus sent along all the records they thought could aid our investigation." He turns to the droid, "You may access the port in in this room to upload your evidence. Should it prove the HK-50 was combat-capable and dangerous, we may lower Uthuar Weel's threat rating." 

Isk rolls over to the port in question to do just that!

He turns to Padawan Garon, "As for your injury, we already have plenty of evidence as to Coorta's involvement in the kidnapping plot. He and his co-conspirators are in lockup awaiting trial and sentencing. If you wish to provide medical with scans, however, I'm sure it would make the lawyers' jobs easier." 

"I will," she nods, and takes Atton's hand. "Are we able to get a carry permit for a blaster? And the ability to buy another? I don't have one, but Atton does and he's been teaching me how to use it."

He nods to the door, "Speak to A-2L4 at the desk, it will give you the forms. Don't kill anyone on my station," he adds, "But given the circumstances I won't begrudge you some self-defense." 

<Upload complete,> Isk beeps as they disconnect from the port, returning to wait at Sharra's side. 

"Right, we'll do that. That datapad have the apartment and account details?" He pulls Sharra's arm up to look at it, paging through the information provided on it.

Sharra watches him page, then looks up at the chief. "I'll give you our comm address, so you can update us whenever and not have to leave a message."

"Much obliged, just leave it with the droid." 

"Right. We'll hear from you when we hear from you, Chief." 

And they can leave now.