Cyn sat on the chair, her face sullen as she began to explain what had happened to her husband. "You see I'm a member of the Rebels, alongside Terothane, my husband." Cyn paused, unsure how Meena would take it. Though she wasn't sure if Meena much cared that Cyn was part of a so called 'terrorist' group. Perhaps as a smuggler Meena had even worked for them. This thought let her continue. "Tero was part of some sort of Bothan Spynetwork and Rebel Alliance joint operation. I'm not sure what exactly..." Cyn then explained everything in detail, more detail than Drak would have agreed to and Cyn knew it. She explained the messages, and the meeting with the Bothan, and the final message leading them to Collarroka. Cyn beleived there was good in everyone, and part of her hoped Meena would be more willing to pull off this job if she knew everything. "I just don't want my child to grow up without a father." Cyn wasn't trying to manipulate Meena, but instead pleaded to her for help. "I hope you find him. I really don't know what else to do."<br/><br/>As Drak dried himself off he listened in on their conversation. He heard Meena speak of survival, of not having a choice. For a moment, Drak understood. 'The galaxy is a harsh mistress,' his father would tell him. However every person has a choice of how to live their lives. She didn't have to be a criminal. She could have gotten an honest job, even as a legal transporter. It may not have paid as well, but it was honest. However how do you live an honest life when working for a dishonest government? It didn't matter, the law was the law, and justice was justice.<br/><br/>"You and Drak are more alike than you might think," Cyn responded. "Of course he's not a criminal, but he is a product of his environment. This life of law and justice, Tero and Drak grew up in it-"<br/><br/>Drak got dressed into his batha jacket with some tattered works pants and his old boots. He figured wearing new clothes wasn't a criminal thing to do. He got out of the bathroom and looked at the two women who were conversing, now looking at him. "Alright, let's go meet your 'client.' But first-" Drak threw Meena a bag of credits. "3500 credits now, the rest later when we get back, sounds reasonable?" Drak wasn't an idiot. While he had never worked alongside a criminal, he knew them to be dishonest, especially Meena. He was hoping that her need for money was important enough to trump anything she might want to pull. Though he wasn't sure.<br/><br/>"How about you lead the way?" Drak told her. Just before walking out of the door he kissed Cyn on the forehead. "Take care of yourself, please. I won't be back without my Brother, I promise."<br/><br/>Cyn looked at Meena, and then Drak. She told them, "and you two, don't kill each other, please. Okay?" Drak looked at Meena. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to promise that.