Alone in the common room of the ship, Sev contemplated his next move. Which, to be honest, he would have liked to make onto the sultry Twi’lek. Bondage wasn’t really his kink, but she’d made it<i>hot</i>when she’d straddled him and threatened him. Probably<i>wild</i>in bed.<br/><br/>But no. That was getting him off track. The real issue, the<i>important</i>issue, was getting off this ship intact. He’d been pressed, that much was clear, and so he’d played along. Gotten excited about taking down Ghoutta - who he owed some misery to<i>anyway</i>- so he could act like he was part of the team. If people trust you, he knew, they let their guard down.<br/><br/>More power to them and their vendetta. The schlasg had it completely by. He just didn’t plan to be there when...<br/><br/>When...<br/><br/>A familiar perfume caught his attention. Turning his head, he saw... fuck. Alythra. She was aboard?  Still?  What was a high-class escort like her doing here?  More importantly, what was the high-class escort he owed 15,000 credits to and then held at gunpoint doing here?  Even as he wondered it, he felt ingrained manners kick in. “Good afternoon,” he said, rising and offering a little bow. “May I be of some small service to you, Lady Alythra?”