"If we're lucky, we will get ten for the ship, but I wouldn't count on luck on this dust ball. We'll get 5000 credits for it, but with some haggling, we might get 7000. With the 3500 and the contents of the safe … We'll need 8000 more creds, at least, for a small ship."<br/><br/>The clone busied himself with scouting the terrain. "The way looks clear so far. Have you two decided?" he asked as they approached.<br/><br/>"15,000 credits, and we'll be your guide and muscle," Fel demanded, folding her arms over her chest.<br/><br/>"Fifteen – Are you out of your mind?" the clone balked. The man in death armor fumed briefly, then rifled through his bag. "8500," he replied firmly.<br/><br/>"You are asking us to guide you to a slaver camp. Slavers." Fel thumbed at Kya and herself.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't worry. Outside the Zygerrian Empire, they have pitiful equipment; otherwise, they would have gone for the outpost."<br/><br/>"I'm not worried about death. They'll try and capture us all." The Corellian stepped forward. "They'll sell you to miners. Us?" She looked back at Kya. "You know what they will do with two attractive women." Fel closed the gap between her and the bounty hunter with a firm glare. "13,000."<br/><br/>"They can try, but you made your point. Ten, or I'll go on my own."<br/><br/>Fel nodded.<br/><br/>The clone dug through his bag, offering another 3500 credits to Fel. "With 1500, this will make 5000 now and 5000 when we return, providing I get my bounty."<br/><br/>A wide grin spread across Fel's face as she shook hands with the clone. "Deal."<br/><br/>"All right, let's be on our way."<br/><br/>Fel waved to Kya. "You're up, associate."<br/><br/>The trio headed out across the desert on foot with Kya on point. The clone was a bit twitchy; his hand hovered over his blaster for most of the journey. Fel wondered if it was a quirk of the man or if he was overcautious due to the unknown territory. He said nothing as the three made their way over the dry terrain. A powerful jet of corrosive acid spouted into the air when a nearby acid geyser erupted. The clone spun around quickly, his blaster in hand.<br/><br/>"It's just a geyser," Fel said. "We're far enough away that it won't –" The dark-skinned woman paused, a hand behind her ear.<br/><br/>"What is it?" demanded the clone.<br/><br/>"A rumbling sound. Earthquake?" She turned to Kya, who knew exactly what made the oncoming roar. Then Fel saw the dust in the distance. "Get to high ground!"<br/><br/>"Will someone tell me that the frag is going –" He saw it – a herd of stampeding skalder. "Oh, shit." The trio ran as fast as they could to the nearest small crag. They were still climbing when the stampede ran past. Less than a minute later, the danger was over. "Well, I hope that doesn't happen often."<br/><br/>"I have no idea," answered Fel. "She's your guide," Fel said, thumbing to Kya. The group trekked into the desert, bound for the slaver's outpost. On Corellia, Fel dealt with small slave operations in the slums. While a problem, they did not pose any sizable threat to the main populous. On their way to the main outpost, the raider convoy she and Kya saw seemed to consist of ten or twelve. There were likely many more at the slaver compound.<br/><br/>After an hour, the threesome finally made the outpost. Kya saw it first, pointing it out. Next, Fel used her macrobinoculars to scout the camp. "It looks like a small power station with a canteen and landing strip fortified with … Imperial mobile command center. It's a small one, though, just a tent, and it looks old." She turned to Kya, handing her the macrobinoculars. "I didn't see any troopers, but look at what's down there, an old 2T5T transport on the western landing strip. To the east, a YT-1760."<br/><br/>Fon pointed to a small crag left of the outpost. "There's a gorge heading down from there. We can sneak in tonight. I bet those cliffs are guarded."<br/><br/>Fel shot a smile at her new friend. "If we don't get caught, our luck might change."