Even though it appeared that the tables had turned slightly in his favor, Gavon still wasn’t sure what the ship captain was up to. On the one hand, there was the Agent posing as a member of the ship’s crew, and on the other, was a possible “bounty hunter”, although even that wasn’t necessarily confirmed. Jacques, however, was most likely weighing his options while simultaneously trying to figure out just how in the hell they ended up on his ship. 

“Well captain, I can’t speak for our masked friend here, but I was commissioned to this ship by [i]Pressy’s Tumble[/i] command, to do a thorough inspection of my own, as they had intel of a Zabrak terrorist planting explosives in cargo vessel hyperdrives and rigging the ships to explode at nearby space stations.” Gavon shook his head in disappointment. “Although, when I accompanied the boarding party, I didn’t expect to be shot at, so I ducked and ran. I didn’t necessarily want to die during a suppose ‘routine inspection’...” 

He followed his last comment with a slight chuckle, as he turned back to the armored individual. “And this guy, well, apparently whatever he’s [i]guarding[/i] must either be worth a hell of alot of credits to someone, or it is, in fact, a large explosive and we’ll all be turned to space dust, am I right?”

Gavon smirked, but more so out of the fact that he’d literally pulled the story out of thin air at the last minute, yet told it as effortlessly as if it were true. Either way, it was a good bet that his presence would have been missed during the earlier firefight, therefore giving less of an argument against his word. 

“So, the question that still remains, is where in the hell in this ship going now that you’ve bolted from the Asteroid station?”