Denn nodded in agreement with his Bothan friend. "Yes.  Getting captured by the empire sounds.. Unpleasant." He conveyed an almost implied amount of emphasis on the word. It was true after all. Years have passed since order 66 and Denn did not plan to be claimed as another of its victim yet.<br/>As the miraluk sat there in quiet contemplation while half listening to the music his companion had wafting through the ship a sound from a monitor raised his attention.   Upon his friends request he nodded and stood. "Of course.." He sensed something. Something he had missed? He shook his head to clear his mind. Denn refocused and his mistake was made clear.  "Hmm call over the intercom. Tell Garrick and Corvyn to let me handle it." It was now clear, without the feeling of impending doom or worse looming over him, that there was one too many collections of thoughts aboard the ship.<br/>Denn walked out of the cockpit and down the narrow hallway which ran the length of the small ship. It was well lit, though like much of the ship its walls were somewhat dirty. This never mattered to him because of his lack of eye sight but he knew what it looked like through the thoughts and feelings of his fellows. Each has a different opinion but that only helps Denn form a clearer picture. After a moment he quickly covered the distance to the sealed cargo hold. The door slide open and in he stepped. He knew he was not alone in there. With a pause, Denn focused. He pinpointed both the boy and his small droids hiding places.  "I'm not going to hurt you.   That is unless you try to hurt myself or the others of the crew. That might get you hurt.  Otherwise, please, do come out.  We need to discuss what to do you with you and your little friend." He turned his head up to the top of the cargo containers as if 'looking' at the droid who is not technically visible.