"I am a very lucky man," agrees Revan, a trace of fond. "But hey, so's anyone with a loyal companion."

"Some days I question that," says the droid.

The man glares.

"...Anyways, if you're all bailed out and you hate the place, what're you sticking around for?"

"No credits, and the Imperial travel requirements are - well, they are Imperial."

"That they are. We were planning on heading out tonight ourselves, but Customs decided there were 'irregularities with our manifest' and denied the flight plan."

"Ah, yes. I'm guessing they weren't specific about the irregularities and only give you the option to fix it and leave if you put your ship and its contents through several long days of inspection. And pay a fee."

"Same Bantha shit everywhere. You never get away from it."

"I'll drink to that," says Revan, raising his newly-acquired drink in toast before doing just as he said. "So, where are you from?"

"Coruscant, originally. Ain't been back in... how long's it been, Beady?"

"Twenty-six point three seven years standard."

"Long time away, but I've always thought that home's where you make it."

"Nothin' I need but a fast hyperdrive and a good pair of sublights."

"And someone to make sure you don't damage them beyond repair."

Revan laughs. "Old grievances, I'm guessing?"

He places a hand on his chest and adopts an air of aggrieved innocence. "It's not my fault. Manufacturer defect."

"You exceeded specifications by two hundred seventeen percent."

"Ah-huh. As a neutral party here, I think I'll stay neutral, and in lieu of saying anything..." Drink sip, smiiile.

"Thank you for your support," the droid says gravely.

Revan grins and winks.

"So," he says, "any idea how long it'll be before you're allowed to leave?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, if we're lucky." He levels a finger at Revan. "But we don't give free rides. No matter how much we like you. It's bad for business."

"Was I that obvious? All right, fair enough," agrees Revan, smiling. He gets the impression that saying that the jedi council would probably pay after the transportation would get exactly nowhere. For one, anyone could say that, and displaying proof of being Force-sensitive in a crowded cantina is a terrible idea, though less terrible than walking up to the nearest Sith and turning himself in. For another, while he likes these two, putting people in a situation where they have a choice between a large reward later after a high risk, and having a large reward now for turning a pair of fugitives in... Well, not everyone reacts well to that.

"Is advice free, though?"

"Depends on what sort of advice you're after."

"Also fair. I'm just - wondering about my options, is all. Seems the only way off the planet is through the bureaucracy, which takes ages. Is there - I don't know, some kind of list I can get on to streamline it...?"

"No official list. Unofficially... Any way you slice it, you're going to need some creds."

Nod. "Any estimation on how many?"

"Passage for you plus her, smart quick and no questions asked? You're desperate and people can see it. Ten thou, easy. I'd do it for seven and a half, but I like you."

"Thanks," says Revan warmly. "I appreciate it."

He considers all of the resources he has available as trade - language skills mean nothing to a man whose partner's a droid that speaks obscure dialects, his galactic experience is long past its expiration date, the only information he's got is highly dangerous to give out or could be learned soon enough when someone notices the Emperor's stopped calling people, the best he's got to trade is a shuttle location, maybe a speeder, and literally the parts of HK-47 that matter, which is not happening ever. He recalls times in the past when he earned his place by playing engineer and repairing ships, but - that's just not viable, here. He was always more of a programmer than an engineer, and even that's past its expiration date, too. Playing at being an enforcer wouldn't work, being obviously a Force-sensitive would attract too much attention, and he was always a terrible shot with a blaster, even when he was brainwashed to think he'd never been a jedi. He could do odd jobs for money, but that could take too long, and the longer they spent here the more likely the Imperials would start looking for the people that assassinated their Emperor.

Clearly, he has to think outside of the box. Now, who could get him past a Sith blockade?

Well when he phrases it like that, it's easy.

"What's your name?" he asks.

"Call me Cav. This is B3-DD2."

"Pleasure to meet you." He has a few names that he's used, over the years. More names that he got handed. He'll pick one that he doesn't find horribly offensive. Revan wouldn't do, after all.

"I'm Vales."