As they clambered into the cramped confines of the transport, and the doors slammed shut, any prospect of ridding himself of these charlatans escaped Viszt. He was a part of their game now, whether he liked it or not. Perhaps he could spin things somehow, get the jump on them. Outsmarting them would be easy enough, by the looks of things, but the practicality of an escape attempt was questionable, especially when dealing with the swashbuckling type. Yes, he could wait until they arrived at the Basilisk, bide his time, and yell out for help the moment they became complacent — but if their cover was blown, they'd have nothing to lose, and shooting him dead would be a formality and nothing more. [i]Perhaps,[/i] he considered oncemore, [i]perhaps it was the excuse he'd been looking for.[/i] He'd grown to despise his work in recent months. Maybe, just maybe, these scoundrels would thank him for his obedience, pat him on the head, and drop him off in the next spaceport. [i]No,[/i] he reconciled; truthfully, it was far more likely they'd simply shoot him in the back as soon as their business here was done. He'd have to make a bold move sooner or later. For now, he sat politely.

[color=aba000]"ETA three minutes to the Basilisk... so, how long you three been on LRP here?,"[/color] the Lieutenant asked, interrupting Viszt from his thoughts.

Having seen their methods once before, he imagined that if his captors' cover was blown now, they'd probably do something stupid, like shooting everyone else on the ITT and then attempting to commandeer it. He'd be shot by a blaster, or die in a fiery wreckage. Either way, [i]not ideal[/i].

[color=2E5CD5]“I asked them the same thing when they caught this womp rat sniffing around my chit card,"[/color] Viszt said promptly. For now, he'd swallowed his fears, and he was able to speak without a shudder in his voice. [color=2E5CD5]“Can you believe the lengths these people will go to for a few credits?,"[/color] he scoffed, hoping to appeal to typical Imperial sensibilites of aporophobia.

His deriding tone was met with silence by the uninterested Lieutenant, who didn't indluge the smalltalk; seemingly still waiting for his question to be properly answered.

[color=2E5CD5]“They told me it was need-to-know,"[/color] Viszt said with faux-confidence. [color=2E5CD5]"Admiral's business. You know how Kara is. He could have us scooping bantha filth, and he'd have you thinking it was a matter of Galactic importance."[/color]

[color=aba000]"You can say that again,"[/color] the officer replied with a dry chuckle, seemingly buying Viszt's explanation. Thankfully, like just about everyone else on the Basilisk, he too detested Kara. [color=aba000]"Don't get me started,"[/color] he said — and he meant it. If he got caught talking ill of the Admiral, he wouldn't be an officer much the longer.

With that hazard neutralised, the conversation petered out. Silence fell over the ITT, save for the humming of its engine, and before three minutes had passed, they had arrived at the Basilisk. 

The transport slowed to a stop, and the door slid open with a hiss. Fel was the first to disembark, pulling Zane along with him. Viszt glanced around, assessing the concentration of the others; but found that they were very adequately focussed. Everyone filtered out, the fake troopers' boots clanking against the metal floor as they stepped into the bay. Despite being a little flustered, they seemed competent enough — every time one of them averted their gaze from him, another seemed to have sights trained. He found it extremely doubtful that he would have an opportunity to run unless they were caught unawares by something else. For now, at least, he had some insurance. They couldn't just shoot him dead for the sake of it, so he had at least a modicum of power to exercise. And exercise it he would. Might as well try [i]something[/i]. If he could get them split up, he might have a shot at survival.

[color=2E5CD5]“I truly appreciate your assistance,"[/color] he said with a vacant smile. [color=2E5CD5]"Am I right in saying that you'll be accompanying me to the med bay?,"[/color] he peered at Aellyn. [color=2E5CD5]"And I suppose you'll be headed to the brig?,"[/color] he said, turning to Fel.

While he considered that this gambit might enrage the trio, these were issues they were going to be faced with regardless. He was throwing this problem at them hot — and seeing if they could grab ahold without dropping.