Raezyr and Trychon watched the transport shuttle as it lifted off and flew out of sight. "I have every confidence that he'll make it in and out safely. The last transmissions we picked up said they were looking for 2 people, and they'd never expect any of us to return this quickly," Trychon noted.
"Agreed. Now to get ourselves to Korriban and figure out what that gem is.... if we can. Also, is there any way you can use your computer skills to help us out if we have to go back there anytime soon? I mean, can you make some fake transponder codes or something that we could upload at our convenience? Something along those lines?" Raezyr asked as they walked toward their ship.
Trychon was about to answer when the two Geonosians from earlier intercepted them. Good thing Tyrrazapon left that translator with us, thought Trychon.
[We would like a word with you], one of them said. [Please follow us.]
Raezyr and Trychon glanced at each other, both hoping this had nothing to do with the Nar Shaddaa incident. They followed insectoid creatures to a building a short distance away.
Once inside, Trych and Raez were motioned to a seat, but they chose to stand anyway. The other Geonosian began, [We've been informed that the repairs to your droid are finished. It is available to you now, there is but the matter of payment.] The creature's multi-faceted eyes made it impossible to tell whether it was speaking to one or both of them.
The bug-like creature gestured to a droid standing over in the corner. There stood a gray HK-50. Raezyr looked suspiciously at Trychon, only to find him looking confusedly back at him. Clearly it didn't belong to Trych. "NOT MINE," he sent to Trychon, knowing that he was wondering if it belonged to him.
[The total comes to 500 credits. The repairs were not all that hard to make.]
Raezyr pulled out his data pad and transfered the credits to the account given, while Trychon looked over the assassin droid.
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