Drak stood there stunned as she let it all out. To be honest he had no idea life in Kessel was that bad. He'd heard rumours, but nothing definitive. He knew there must have been some bad dealings in Kessel... but the way she described it still left him awestruck. She was a good con artist, but she wasn't lying, not now. He always tried to turn a blind eye to the corruption amongst the police force. He never took bribes, and he always tried to do right, but he hated how corruption seemed to seed into every position of power out there- from politicians, to law makers, to law enforcers. Then there were the imperials; The most corrupt government he knew, with shadowy figures controlling the strings, like the so called 'mythical' Darth Vader. It was all rumours and conspiracy theories, but it was never like this with the Republic. The Republic had it's share of corruption, sure, but the Empire took it to a whole new level.<br/><br/>Drak stood there, unable to say anything as she poured it all out and left. He stood there, squeezing his fist, frustrated with everything. He certainly didn't want to be in this position, stuck in a ship with someone who hated him. He doubted anything he could say would make things any better, but for once... he understood. She was right after-all, this galaxy was not black and white like Drak wanted to think it was. He wasn't even sure if he was on the right side anymore-<br/><br/>Argh! He hated himself for all of this. He poured the two bowls full of stew, grabbing one of them. He walked through the ship, and she wasn't in the cockpit, cargo bay, or engine room. She was obviously in her room as the door was closed. He placed the bowl on the floor in front of it. He sat down, his back against her door.<br/><br/>"I've brought you some stew." He prepared himself for what he was about to say. "Alright you said what you had to say, now I'll say what I have to say."<span style="font-style: italic">Not exactly the best start.</span>He sighed, brushing his hand through his hair. "Clearly we both hate each other. I didn't give you much choice for this job, and I get it. It's not like I have much of a choice either. It's either this, or my brother dies and Cyn's baby grows up without a father. How about from now until Nar Shaddaa we just stay out of each other's hair? We won't talk about anything but the job, if we talk at all. Then when we get there you help me find Collarroka, I pay you, and we go our separate ways as we had planned."<br/><br/>He got up without waiting for her to respond. He was about to walk away but his fist tightened, "As for Kessel- I didn't know it was like that. I'm-" he stopped himself and sighed. She was still a criminal, and as much as he knew the world wasn't black and white, he couldn't find a way to apologize. So instead he just walked away to eat his stew.