<b>Kara and Lars on outside the <i>Lucky Hand</i></b><br/><br/>Kara was pleased with Lars' instinct to obey, and she was more than used to the ogling of how she filled her uniform and didn't really consider it disrespectful.  As long as she got the obedience, she didn't really care where the man's eyes roamed.  When he at first followed her to the wrong speeder, she stopped and looked at him expectantly as he started to get into her speeder.  "I'm guessing this is your first time for hiding evidence?"  She told him as she nodded towards the stolen speeder used to bring the chaos aboard his ship since he didn't seem quite on task.  She laughed a little to ease the tension, it was kind of cute how he followed her after all.<br/><br/><b>After destroying the Speeder.</b><br/><br/>Kara took a certain wicked satisfaction to feeling him squirm uncomfortably between her breasts and thighs.  She might find a bit more use for him than just an informant, pity he would be heading out so soon.  Once he was able to talk normally once more she discussed her own service to the Empire.  "The Customs Service isn't really military, I started under the Republic but when the Empire took over...well you know how that went."  The Empire was much more interested in making its presence known than the Republic had been and putting what were really bureaucrats in uniform seemed like an easy way to show the Imperial insignia all around Coruscant.  While she initially resented her indoctrination, Kara had quickly learned that the uniform was worth a bit more than a salute here and there, and rank really did have its privileges.<br/><br/>"Do you miss it?"  She asked, being sure to show a sincere interest in the crewman even as she piloted the speeder casually through the busy airspace.  He was kind of cute, in sort of a puppy dog way and he looked a little lonely as if he didn't quite fit in yet with the rest of the crew.  "So after today, how is your good idea looking?"  She was always interested in an opening to a new contact, any insecurities or weaknesses that could be exploited.  He didn't seem like the type that would be into anything as illegal as what the Lucky Hand was likely going to be into, what it was so heavily modified for in the first place.  "Well if you see anything suspicious, I'll give you my priority code, keep in touch."  She told him, a hint of seriousness returning to her voice.   "It's probably clear to take you back to your ship.  Unless there was...something... you wanted to do before you head out into deep space for who knows how long?"  She turned to look at him with an eyebrow raised, wondering if he was bold enough to suggest anything beyond 'Yes ma'am or no ma'am'.