Ziv looked up to meet Drak’s eyes when he stated that she didn’t seem like a monster to him. Those words meant more to her than he could ever imagine and she offered him a small, thankful smile in return. As he mentioned about her finding an accepting and understanding man, she wanted to tell him she had already found one, but couldn’t find the courage to do so. They had only met several hours ago and yet she was confident that they could be more than just friends. At the time however, she was aware of the fact that he potentially did not see things the way she did. Ziv had a tendency of falling for people before seeing all sides of them, but so far that hadn’t caused her that much trouble. “Thanks. Your words mean a lot to me.” She spoke to him, deciding not to reveal her feelings just yet.<br/><br/>Again, Ziv didn’t seem bothered by Drak’s lack of clothing. She did look away slightly to give him so privacy which she figured he needed right now. Enthir was truly doing a good job, especially when it came to Drak’s arm that was snapped back into place with one vigorous movement. She could see the pain on his face, even though he was clearly trying to suppress it. It didn’t matter to Ziv if he looked weak, since she knew he had been through a lot and he was lucky to be even alive at this point. “All done. That’ll be 600 credits. I expect it on my account by tomorrow morning.” Enthir concluded and began cleaning his instruments before packing them. “Recovery will be fast if you take it easy. Best you stay out of trouble until you’re certain you can shoot a gun before your enemies or run for your life.” He looked over to Ziv. “You should look after him for now. I can’t think of anyone else on this moon who would care enough for another person.”<br/><br/>“You won’t have to worry about that. He’ll be safe with me.” Ziv assured him and smiled. “Thank you for coming. The payment will be made in time, I promise.” And with that, Enthir finished packing and headed out, leaving the two of them alone. Once the door was closed and locked from any outside threats, she turned her attention back to Drak who was now sitting upright and speaking to her.<br/><br/>She laughed slightly at his words and tilted her head. “Your kindness certainly shows you’re from an entirely different world. I’m sorry you ended up here out of all places but I’m happy if I was able to help you even a little.” Ziv had never really received such profound kindness and forgiveness from another person, especially not from someone who wasn’t from the criminal world. Instead of seeing him as a stepping stone to a better life, she was beginning to see him more as a good friend. She wanted to get used to this type of honesty because it was comforting to know there was nothing to guess, nothing to figure out behind her friend’s words. Her smile faded slightly at the mention of Collarroka and she became thoughtful for a moment, wondering how they should approach the issue. Meena had expressed her worried about not being able to go far enough to find Collarroka due to their differences, but she was the one who had supposedly met the man twice in her life. Or whatever he was.<br/><br/>And now she was planning on running away.<br/><br/>“I’m willing to help you, but no matter where it takes us, you’ll have to trust me.” Ziv said eventually and looked Drak in the eyes. “I know you’ve had a rocky start with just about everyone else you’ve met on this moon so far. But if you want answers, you need to start playing according to local rules, no matter how terrible they are.” With that said, she grabbed her commlink and considered what she was about to do for the last time. Finally, she took a deep breath and dialled Meena’s commlink number. This would be it. She would be revealed. But if he trusted her, he would… The commlink beeped, informing her that there was no answer. Ziv blinked her eyes in confusion but placed it down anyway, thinking that perhaps Meena had fallen asleep or just didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. “I know someone who has supposedly met Collarroka twice in her life.” Ziv said. “I know a few people I could ask, but she seems the closest to Collarroka. The problem is… well… she isn’t one to cooperate with people.”<br/><br/>Ziv sighed and shook her head. “I’ll try to think about it, call a few people and so on. In the meantime, you should get some rest.” She was about to head to her bedroom but stopped. “You can sleep in my bed. I’ll take the couch, okay?”<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>“Rise and shine! Come on, I don’t have all morning for this!”<br/><br/>It wasn’t the best of mornings for Meena. Shaken awake from a sleep she couldn’t remember falling into, she found herself on her own ship, tied to a chair. Her sight was blurry and her head spun, indicating that someone had knocked her unconscious at some point here on her very own ship. She groaned and blinked her eyes, attempting to focus on the figure standing in front of her. Suddenly someone grabbed her by her chin and tilted her head upwards to look at a blurry face she couldn’t recognize. Little by little, the room around her settled and the face that hovered above her became clear and detailed. She couldn’t recognize the Twi’lek man towering over her.<br/><br/>“There we go.” He grinned. “We have a lot to talk, so I suggest you listen carefully. See, you did something quite foolish yesterday.”<br/><br/>“Who are you?” Meena managed to utter.<br/><br/>“Your new client, of course. I believe we spoke briefly yesterday on the commlink, but I like to get close and personal with those I sign contracts with. That is, if you are still the Meena Hayes who could con a rich man out of his money and love?” He kept grinning. “I have a job for you. Not the smuggling one I spoke about yesterday, no.”<br/><br/>“And you had to tie me up for this?” Meena snapped at him. “Look, I don’t con anymore, so piss off.”<br/><br/>As a response she received a slap on her face before her chin was grabbed again. “Listen to me. You’ve made a big mistake by killing Vince. Cross me again and I will cut you down. How about another trip to Kessel? Sounds fun, doesn’t it?”<br/><br/>“Why do you care about Vince?” Meena spat.<br/><br/>“I had a contract on him, one that was supposed to make me a lot of money. Then his body is found and my contract gets terminated... After asking around a bit, I realized I was dealing with you.” He sneered. “But it’s fine, because I can still earn that money back and you can still keep your pretty face and ship intact if you listen very carefully to what I’m about to say. Now, try again: do you still con or no?”<br/><br/>Meena grinned and rolled her eyes. “For the right price-“<br/><br/>“How about your life and your ship? How does that sound to you, hm?”<br/><br/>She was quiet for a moment but then cleared her throat. “Sounds like a fair deal.”<br/><br/>“Good. Now, there’s a contract that has been passed around by the Black Sun. So far there hasn’t been any takers despite the amount of money their leader is willing to pay. And then I got my hands on the contract a few days ago.” He stepped back and let go of Meena in order to show her a holographic message which detailed the task. “The Black Sun wants to put Collarroka out of business. But they want to do it in a clean fashion. Besides, killing such a mastermind would be a pity, they’d rather gain the upper hand on him and force him to join the Black Sun. More power to the syndicate, you see.”<br/><br/>Meena blinked her eyes in disbelief. “You want me to con Collarroka? But-“<br/><br/>“I know how it sounds. But many have already pointed me to your direction and since you are indeed indebted to me... Well, I thought this would be the perfect chance for you to marvel the criminal world with your skills.” He smirked. “Think of all the glory, the fear you’ll create in people’s hearts. You get your old life back, I get my money and Black Sun gets Collarroka to fall on his knees. Everybody wins.”<br/><br/>The con artist looked down to her feet for a good five minutes, considering the situation and the offer. Her life was obviously on the line and she did not doubt this man’s capability to send her back to prison or kill her on the spot. And to be honest, she did miss her former life. She missed the days when she could wrap others around her little finger. Then finally, she lifted her head.<br/><br/>“What are we waiting for then?”