“Unfortunately, I am afraid I cannot introduce my associate,” Alythra said, giving him a reproachful look, “except to say he isn't Iantho Halfri."<br/><br/>The other man, who seemed to be the owner of the ship,looked at him curiously as he shook the Zeltron’s hand. “No harm in it, Lady Alythra. I’m glad your, uh, associate didn’t bite the dust, thanks to your skill.”<br/><br/>“Technically,” he said, shifting experimentally and then carefully sitting up, “she’s also the reason I<i>needed</i>those particular skills.”  He flashed his most charming mile, trying to take the edge off his words. “But my name - my<i>real</i>name - is Sevastian Sergovia. Iantho Halfri was an<i>assumed</i>identity, offering me far more pleasant accommodations than I could have managed on Coruscant with my personal resources.”  He glanced at Alythra. “Nevertheless, I promised to compensate you for your inconvenience. And so, if...”<br/><br/>“What was the imperial doing here?" asked a pretty, dark-haired cyborg from the doorway. The question made Sev freeze momentarily, then caused him to look around the medical bay for his disruptor and satchel as the owner spoke.<br/><br/>“Y’know, I think she had something goin’ with the last captain. She wanted a package of spice from the secret store in the cargo bay,” the man said, as if feeling through a peculiar chain of events. “She seemed like she wanted somethin’ a little extra, too, but she took off with Larasen before I could find out.” He frowned, crossing his arms and leaning against the medbay doorway. “Dunno where they are, and I’m not gettin’ anything from Lar’s comlink.”<br/><br/>No sign of his weapons or other gear. They must have secured it all. “Well,” Sev remarked, “endlessly fascinating as all of this is, I am quite certain that it is no business of mine. So,” he looked at Alythra, “if you would be so kind as to give me my satchel, I’ll settle my debts and be on my way.”