Trychon twirled his backup lightsaber just a few more moments before clipping it to his belt. "So. Um... Nice place you have here. Just moving in?"
Dianna looked at him a little more seriously for a moment before walking past him to grab some records and dump them into one of the nearby containers. "This isn't really a joking matter. The Hutts have us made, and if we don't head out of here they won't be long in trying to get their slimy hands on everything we have."
"You mean they..." Raezyr glared at Trychon. "How could they have found out about the mission? They couldn't have traced it back to you! We never really got our hands on the loot, and the amount we transfered doesn't nearly correspond with the job we pulled. We couldn't have been sold out, nobody could have gained from that, not even Zanz." He spit out the last word with measured hate.
Dianna put her hand on his chestplate. "Calm down, Love. Nobody sold us out, or anything like that. Nobody watches the markets, legal or otherwise, the way the Hutts do. They made an educated guess, and won't take no for an answer anyway." She was prepared to drop the point but could tell that Raezyr was not. She'd pull him aside and talk to him in private if she didn't know that his brother would step in and start pushing the issue either before they made it out of the room or even worse... when he had been left with the crew.
"Listen here, warriors..." She added a small tint of sarcasm just to grab their attention. "I know what you think. We're not just picking up and running away. We don't have a Wookie's chance in a spelling bee of taking out even a small Hutt like this one on Nar Shadaa. Right now, it's a bottomfeeder Hutt with aspirations larger than it's tailend, but if we don't pay her off, she tells some of her established friends."
She looked to the elder Sith to make sure he was listening too. "If we pay them off, we end up slinging grilled gundark patties on some two bit space station, just to make ends meet. Let alone getting back to where we need to be."
She turned back to Raezyr, who had clearly already settled down a bit. "So I've done what a responsible leader does, and made a hard decision that is in the best interest of my organization as well as my people. We're not running. We're relocating until we're forgotten, or in a better position to do something else. There is no other realistic choice."
"Clearly you've thought this through thoroughly, and I apologize for myself and Trych jumping to any conclusions. I'm sorry. Just concerned, that's all." He raised his hands in mock surrender.
"Exactly." Trychon piped in, once again twirling his lightsaber. "You've done what's best. No problem."
Then he grinned. "I really hate moving though..."
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