[color=AE91B8]“E Chu Ta… “[/color] Aellyn whispered, slamming the panel as the door hissed shut behind Fel. 

He found himself in the cockpit, though truth go on ahead and be told, he had no intention of lifting off, or programming a jump into the navacomp, or doing much of anything in particular, other than bleeding quietly. Of course, when he entered his own private inner sanctum, Wrench laid into him about how he was a mess, and not fit to pilot, and should really take better care of himself, and should really learn to shoot first, and shoot accurately, and pare away that vestigial conscience that he carried around like old luggage. Fel flipped the astromech a twenty-credit piece, which the droid caught with a manipulator, and pulled into its shell, locked away for future use. [color=F7941D]“You were right, Wrench. Shoulda listened to you.”[/color]

There was no witty quip, not a curse or a muttered oath to be found. Fel lifted his foot up on the console, willing the wound to stop throbbing. Wrench rolled toward him, tooting and whistling. [color=F7941D]“No thanks, buddy. I’ll be ok.”[/color] He stretched to get the stress out of his neck, felt the data disc in his pocket, fished it out. He held it up, in front of him, staring at his own reflection in the shiny surface. [color=F7941D]“Ok, you handsome devil. Tell me your secrets.”[/color]

Fel slid the disc into the terminal within easy reach, and began flipping through information, photos, vid clips, file intel… and the more he looked, the more his eyes furrowed, and a snarl formed on his lips. It was good. Real good. And utterly impossible if you were a no good, dirty smuggler with a ‘Wanted’ poster on the core worlds, a solid-wall-of-muscle ex-Republic mech with a cybernetic arm, and a skinny kid from a junk world. [color=F7941D]”Oh, you gotta be kidding me…”[/color]

[color=AE91B8]“Kidding about what?”[/color] Aellyn leaned against the door frame of the cockpit, holding a med kit in her hands. [color=AE91B8]“No.. Habit, I like to know things.. You don’t have to tell me. I’ll have to earn my right to know but that’s if you allow me to stay. ”[/color] She moved and sat in the copilot seat. Her eyes looked over his leg. [color=AE91B8]“If you want it…”[/color] She set the medkit on the console, turning her gaze outside. Aellyn crossed her arms. [color=AE91B8]“My contact was an ex-trooper. He has helped me out in a lot of tight spots. For that I owe him everything.[/color] She paused. 

[color=AE91B8]“I’m Sorry. ”[/color] She added on. 

It wasn’t that he was defeated, or that he couldn’t have told her to head for the closest portal to the hot place, if he wanted to. She was persistent, and he both hated that (at this exact moment) and admired it. And to be bluntly honest, he didn’t have enough fight left in him to chase her out of his flight deck. Wrench, on the other hand, bleated and whistled that maybe she should pop back onto the holonet, to look up ‘timing’ and ‘tact.’ Fel laughed at that, slapping the astromech on the radome, before replying to Aellyn. 

[color=F7941D]“Could tell he was a clone as soon as I saw him, even from that distance. They have a poise and a certain posture that’s unmistakable, if you’ve spent any time around ‘em.”[/color] He looked at the medkit for a moment, then looked back out the viewport. He didn’t ask her contact’s name. Some things were better left unasked. [color=F7941D]“I like a planetoid with low atmo. Easier to see the Black. Easier to see what’s comin’ atcha.”[/color]

[color=AE91B8]“Hm.”[/color] She nodded noting he had recognized her contact. Wyler wasn’t exactly hiding it and everyone who remembers a clone, met one, met them all. Aellyn sat in silence for a moment, wondering what he was looking at before she dropped in, wondering why he kept his leg bleeding all over the floor. Uncivilized was the word in her thoughts. Ultimately she decided to keep her mouth shut for once. She half liked the crew and maybe they would let her stay. Her mission was still doable even if detours were in the journey. Standing, she left the cockpit heading toward the galley.