A crime was being committed right before his eyes. Smuggling. Draks fists tensed. Not only was he not in a position to stop it, but he was taking part of it. He contemplated his options. He wanted to pull out his gun and hand cuff both Meena and Jim and call HQ to pick them up. However it meant his brother might die. He though of pulling Meena aside to force her to not take this job, but what good is his money if she loses on another job? He thought he could 'accidentally' screw up the deal, but Meena being a con artist might see right through his attempts. He was stuck, because right now it meant either doing the right thing, or helping his brother. He clenched his teeth, he had to ignore it. It didn't mean he wasn't going to remember all the people, all the details. He was already trying to put Jim's face and name into his memory.<br/><br/>Glitterstims! Oh boy, he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. He was now part of spice smuggling, the worse kind in his opinion. Not only was he doing something illegal, but he was helping her poison people all around the galaxy, or at least on Nar Shaddaa. Nar Shaddaa, he'd heard of it before. A moon of Nal Hutta, like a poisoned version of Coruscant populated entirely by criminals. Everything about this was already sounding worse and worse.<span style="font-style: italic">For Tero,</span>he thought to himself. It was enough to keep him from pulling out his hair.<br/><br/>"Fine, your ship, your rules. But the priority is to find Collarroka. I still haven't given you the second half of the credits remember?" unfortunately 3500 credits was the only bargaining chip he'd have when they were off planet. He had no jurisdiction anywhere but Coruscant, and that idea made him feel like he was in space without a breather. He had no power.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure what to do when he found Collarroka. If Tero was elsewhere, not captured by Collarroka, then he'd still need transport to find his brother. He did have a few more credits to hopefully entice Meena, but she seemed to have jobs lining up. He wasn't sure she much cared. He would figure things out one step at a time.<br/><br/>He walked into the ship shoving one of the droids to the side, of which it cursed a few beeps towards him. He didn't care for droids, useless things. He walked into the ship. It was actually bigger than he expected for a crew of just one. He was actually a bit relieved, because this way he could easily avoid her by staying in a far side of the ship, or in another room. He walked around a bit getting a lay of the land. He noticed a room with four bunk beds in it. They were completely untouched and without sheets. Looking around he found a package of sheets in a plastic bag in the closet, and set them up on a top bunk and facing the door. He felt safer that way. This place was obviously designed for a crew. He wasn't sure how Meena lived on the ship without feeling lonely.<br/><br/>He laid on the bed, feeling very tired. Maybe he could fall asleep during the take-off. However his small anxiety about being in a ship taking off into the atmosphere was starting to get to him a bit. He didn't like flying, and this place, despite it's size, was starting to close in on him.<span style="font-style: italic">One step at a time,</span>he thought to himself.