"I'm afraid securing a transport will take more time, and more work. Though the droid intelligence you have escorted to us may begin to turn the tide, a sooner resolution will be needed if you wish to reach the planet in any timely manner."

"I understand and appreciate it." She pauses, tells them about the mercs and then considers them. "What's the next step? Right now we have somewhere to be, to keep our cover somewhat lowkey, but we can be available to you tomorrow."

"Hmmm," he clasps his hands in front of him, "Well, I have an avenue you might be able to investigate. The man you confronted at the dock, he was an agent of the Exchange, in addition to his work for Czerka. I have long suspected that the corporation have been hiring Exchange resources to aid in their sabotage, and a brief examination of his comm, as well as the statements of his former coworkers, has confirmed my fears." 

"So you want us to look into the Exchange? Maybe convince them to shove off?"

He sighs, "I have tried to meet with the Exchange leader here. He is a quarren, by the name of Loppak Slusk. He has refused my every invitation; as I understand it, he allows no one outside his top lieutenants into his suites." 

He blows out a greater sigh.

"I fear the Exchange does not take us seriously. You, however? Though you may no longer claim the title of Jedi, the Exchange will know you as such. Perhaps you may convince them to consider the merits of a restored Telos." 

"...dangerous, considering it's the Exchange that has a bounty out on Jedi."

He pauses, "Truly? Well, I suppose it is not so strange, as few Jedi as there are in the public eye in these times. There are always those who lust for rarity." 

He considers this.

"...I will think on this. Perhaps a different avenue will reveal itself to me, as this one proves itself unlikely."

He nods lowly to her, "Should you return tomorrow, we may discuss further."

Sharra nods and takes a step back. "We'll see you then. Be sure to up your security status. With the droid here, you never know what Czerka will do next."

He nods as well, "This is an effort we have already begun. Rest assured, we will only continue to do so. I thank you for your aid," he adds, "And wish you a restful night." 

"You too, good luck."

And with that?

With that, they can leave the compound and make their way back towards the cantina!

"...so, was it just me, or was that droid racist?" Atton asks as they make their way through the corridors. 

Sharra snorts! "Oh for sure. A lot of high INT droids have this thing against worker droids. I once tried to poke one's processors to see what was up, but ended up just making it worse. I felt so bad."

He pats her on the back, "Maybe it just knew you knew, now, so it stopped holding back." 

She takes his hand. "Rhae probably would have been able to fix it," she sighs. Then - "Oh, our reward," she pulls them out of her pocket and turns them over.

He pulls her closer by the hand, peering over her shoulder at them.

"Oh, hey. Infiltrator gloves," he recognizes, "Not really combat-focused, but they'll hook up to your blaster, give you better aim." 

Huh. She tries them on? "Are they too low-level for you? You're the infiltrator of the two of us."

"I mean, I could probably use them, but I'd need to retrain a bit. You might as well keep them - they'll help if you need to hack through some security, too. Just need to hook them to your datapad."

"But then why would I need to keep you around? If I can shoot and hack everything myself..."

"My charming personality?" 

"Hmmm. You are very charming..."

"How about my charming "personality"?"

Sharra laughs! And looks up at him. "You do have a really nice cock, it's true. I don't know if I'd call it charming."

"Aw, that hurts. Right here," he grips his chest, over his heart. 

"Pretty? Beautiful. Lickable," she brainstorms.