Sharra thinks of the green and blue, the signs of new life. The feeling of hope it brought her. It was overwhelming. She can't imagine what it would be to the people that lived on the planet before. To the people that are making it grow.

She sighs. Anger and annoyance suddenly gone. Left only with weariness. "Why would they do that? Restoring Telos has to be good for everyone. Money grabbing corporations included."

"Greed," he says, as weary as she, or more, "And short-sightedness. They see only the credits they can make now, and not the value of restoring what has been destroyed, the value of returning a devastated world to life, of returning a home to its people." 

He turns back to her, "But Czerka is a powerful corporation, with many lobbyists in the Senate and throughout the galaxy. Many ears bend to their mouths, many hands grasp for their riches. We have not the kind of power they do." 

Sharra... nods. "You're not looking for money. I don't have any and I definitely don't have any contacts in the Senate. The Jedi Order is gone, so that's a dead end."

"Indeed. What I hope for, instead, is the flexibility of mind and skill the Jedi foster in their adherents, and the altruism and wisdom they are known for. It is my hope that you will see the value of what we do here, and wish to aid us in our mission." 

Sharra rubs her face. "So you're asking me to please figure it out myself and solve your problem."

"No!" He is shocked, and loud with it, before modulating his tone for her ears, "No, of course not. We have plans, ideas of how to resist Czerka, but we have not the skills, nor the ability, to carry them out. We Ithorians... we are not meant for combat, and Czerka has no qualms taking advantage of our nature. We have lost many supplies, even some of our people, to what can only be their interference. We ask only your help protecting some most valuable resources."

Sharra takes a moment to take this all in. Leans back on her heels, against Atton, and considers.

"We can't play bodyguard. Our ship is missing, stolen, and on the surface of the planet somewhere. So that's at the top of our priority list. But." She takes a breath. "I do see the good you're doing here. The value this restoration brings to the universe. To it's people. I want to help you." Her hands find Atton's and she presses her thumb along his palm. Applying pressure. Focussing. "Tell me your plans."

He holds his palm flat for her, his focus intent on Chodo Habat. 

He nods.

"Our priority is to get the Restoration Project moving forward again," he says, "The Republic originally provided a droid intelligence to Citadel Station that would help manage the logistics of the project. It... vanished, some time ago."

She switches to running slow figure eights on his palm with her thumbnail. Nods.

"Okay. Tell me everything you know of it's last known location and the details of it's routine in the few weeks before it went missing. Was it involved in anything in particular?"

"Ah, no. It is not this droid we ask you to assist us with. Unfortunately, it has vanished quite thoroughly, and we have no idea when or where it occurred, nor where it could have gone. It is, instead, the droid we found to replace it that we ask your help with. It will arrive on the station shortly, and we worry that Czerka will take advantage of it's move from the spaceport to this compound to interfere." 

Well. Alright.

"Seems like a... relatively simple escort mission." Not one that quite requires a not-Jedi for, but.

"The droid is vital for our operations, but I suppose you could see it as something of a trial run." 

"Okay. Normally I wouldn't ask for anything in exchange, but we do have need."

He nods lowly, "We are aware. You will require transportation to the surface, in order to search the planet for your ship. The shield arrays interfere with extra-planetary scans, but in the restoration zones it is possible to track those ships which have flown the skies of Telos. In return for your aid in these tasks, we will secure a transport for you." 

She looks up at Atton.

"How long will these tasks take, and how long will you need to secure that transport?" 

He turns to look at Atton, "A matter of days, we hope. It will only take the correct lever to turn the tide against the corporation, and we have already identified what that lever is. Once we have control of the necessary elements of the project once more, we will be able to send people to the planet again. For now it is too dangerous." 

He nods to Sharra, satisfied with their honesty and explanations.

That sorts it then.

"We'll do it. Keep it all verbal, no writing anything down. Do you have the time and port for the drop off, or do we need to come back?"

"My thanks," he thrums, the Ithorian equivalent of a smile, "My people are securing the docking bay now, awaiting the ship which will carry the droid. It will arrive within the next two hours. The Docking Bay is Two, in Dock Module 126. I will send word to them, that they should await your arrival before transporting the droid through the station." 

Hmm. "Tell them to move to another bay. I want it empty by the time the ship drops the droid off."

"Hm. This is a sensible precaution," he agrees. "However, arranging for a different bay will require documentation which Czerka will be able to trace just as easily," he points out. 

"Move to Docking Bay Seven, in the same module," Atton suggests, "Our ship was stolen, but it's still our bay until we officially leave the station. It's empty right now." 

"That works. Ryin and I will be in Two, and Czerka and everyone else will be in Seven. Don't mention the fake to your people. They may be trustworthy, but lets be extra cautious."