After a good hearty chuckle with her first mate she glimpsed towards the datapad in her lap, taking note of the indicator that was progressively starting to move along with the<span style="font-style: italic">Aparte</span>.   Her lip curled into a half grin as she turned around in her chair towards the computer console behind it.   Her digits danced commands across the toggles and switches as she opened a channel up to the<span style="font-style: italic">Outlaw Star.</span><br/><br/>Leaning back in her chair her humorous good mood lingered on her face as she waited for the visual channel to engage.  Once it had she gave a nod towards Jerex.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Good morning Jerex.  How was the Nerf bacon?”</span>she asked in her usual teasing tone.  She knew just as well as he did, that the coveted stuff was growing increasingly low.  Likely wouldn’t last another day before they were onto those despicable rations they’d looted from that small Imperial Patrol Craft.   Even now the thought of it made her shiver.<br/><br/>After a few commands on the console she shared her sector map across the screen and indicated the trade route she was looking to prey upon today.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“I was thinking of this area,  hopefully snag a few ships heading towards Bastion.”</span><br/><br/>Truth was,  Kardai was neither pro-Imperial or pro-Republic,  but she hated the Remnant more these days.  Their ruthless adherence to protocols and rules made them an unwavering force to deal with, especially if one got caught up in a customs trap.  The Republic on the other hand, depending on who precisely one ran into, could be bartered with.  Especially if information on Imperial movements were offered up.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Hopefully find us some better foodstuffs today.”</span>She gave him a bit of a wink.  She certainly pitied the crew that had to deal with<span style="font-style: italic">The Wolf of Muunlist</span>without his morning bacon.