She readjusts her estimation of this man.

"So you know exactly why this droid is important." She looks him up and down, unimpressed. "Getting this droid into the hands of people that are working hard to restore the planet from the horrors of which the Sith, and the people that worked with them, wrought. And yet, you're standing between us and them."

"LT," one of the men behind him starts.

"Shut it," he says, "I don't really give a shit what the thing's for. We're taking it. This is your last warning, and you should be grateful I'm giving you that after that destruction of property."

She looks to the men behind him.

"We'll double whatever he's paying you for this job to just walk away. Let's do some good and help restore the planet. Give the people on this station some hope."

-the lieutenant half-turns towards his men- and meets the butt of a rifle. 

He collapses, the man who took the initiative taking a partial step forward with a grimace, "Uh, yeah, I'm not here to fight a hells damned Jedi. I mean- look, you take the jobs you can find, right?"

His fellow nods rapidly, "You got any room for a couple extra mercs on your ship?" He asks the twi'lek captain, "It's just, Czerka will kill our contracts if we don't come back with the droid," he shares a look with his friend.

"Sure, we can cart you around for a few weeks. Give you a trial run," the twi'lek says, amused, "Not about to punish a good deed." 

"Excellent! I'll get the ithorians to send through the money to the ship, a deals a deal." She nudges the fallen merc with her foot. "And I'll message the chief about this piece of shit, get him out of your hair."

"-think he's been dealing weapons on the side, too," one of the guys adds, "Should be evidence on his comm. That'll keep him in lockup longer than a little droid thievery. Czerka's gonna cut him loose right away, though, just so you know."

"Happens all the time," the other one agrees. 

"Don't it just," Atton holsters his blasters, "You two have a good trip, now. We'll handle it." 

As they join the crew, the droid they'd come to pick up shuffles over to join them.

"What a dramatic greeting," it states, "Hello, I am C7-L5. I understand you two are to be my escort?" 

Sharra finishes up sending the message to the chief.

"That's us! I'm glad to meet you, C7. We've got a cab just outside and we'll be taking you right to the Ithorian's compound." She steps to it's other side, so it's comfortably between her and Atton. "Did you have a good trip? The crew seemed nice."

"They were pleasant traveling companions," it agrees, "Though their cargo droid was unpleasantly coarse. I suppose it's to be expected of such..." 

It follows them out through the airlock, and up the steps to the waiting zone. 

Atton helps it into the car when they reach it, since the droid compartment isn't really meant for a protocol droid. 

Sharra kisses the back of his neck on her way into the car.

"Cargo droids are unique, it's true," she indulges it. She inputs a unique route into the terminal. "You probably won't find any of them with the Ithorians."

"Oh, I should think not! The project only has mechanical cargo lifts, no droid intelligence to speak of, and thank goodness for that."

Atton gets in next to her and starts the speeder car, "Small ship like that needs the hands for other things," he comments neutrally. 

She nods and leans her head on his shoulder. "Maybe we could find a cargo droid friend for when we start our shipping and masseuse business. I think T7 and Isk would appreciate it."

He huffs, "You're just trying to surround me with droids. One of these days I'm gonna wake up and find out you've turned me into a cyborg overnight." 

"But bionic arm strength..."

He laughs! 

"You've got me there." 

She squeezes his leg and then checks their perimeter. Anyone following them?

Doesn't look like it! Apparently they're getting away clean. 

Soon enough they're pulling up to the 82 West stop, and C7 requests Atton's assistance getting out of the car again. 

He does that! And then they can go drop the droid off?

Yup! Sharra gets out first and keeps an eye on their surroundings. Then when everyone is clear from the car, she brackets the droid again and to the Ithorians they go.

Chodo Habat is waiting for them in his office inside the compound, and is visibly relieved when they arrive - assuming you can read Ithorian expressions, anyway.

"Ah," he says, approaching them at a measured pace, "I am gladdened by your safe return. My people sent word of what happened at the docks." 

The droid tilts his head at him, "I am yours to command, Master," it says. 

"Good, good," Chodo gestures ponderously to a nearby door, "Our computer system has been prepared for your arrival. You may begin transferring your data into it immediately." 

"I shall do so now, Master Habat," says C7. It turns to Sharra and Atton and nods, "Farewell," it says, before shuffling towards the door. 

With the droid now turning to its work in another room, Chodo turns to them once more.

"I am grateful for your help in this matter," he says, "Please," he adds, "Accept this as a gift from my people." 

He motions to Moza, who approaches them to offer a pair of soft flexible gloves in a dull grey colour, "It is our hope that these gloves will protect your hands should you need to defend our efforts further," he says, "While we wish violence was not necessary to save the planet we work to heal, it would be wrong of us not to arm the hands which may be forced to commit violence in our name." 

He bows lightly to her.

She makes a little face, but puts it away quickly.

"I try to not be known for violence, but thank you." She takes the gloves and tucks them into her coat for later inspection. "Have you had any progress with securing a shuttle for us down to the surface?"