His eyes lit almost immediately upon her words; anything more than the wildlife on that planet could be nothing but trouble of the worst kind. Anything willing to prey upon that planet was a predator most deadly…<br/><br/>And then the entirety of her mission came out, and honestly Brandon didn’t even know how to react. He just sits there, his gaze almost uncomfortably piercing as myriad memories flash across his conscious. Tens… Hundreds… Thousands of near death experiences with his closest of friends on this blasted planet; some of the bloodiest fighting he’s ever known. He never settles on one, but glimmers of the most gruesome pause the queue for the briefest moment.<br/><br/>A laugh erupts from his throat. It was an ugly sound; scratchy, hoarse, and ill-used. His right hand closes around an edge of the durasteel table in front of them. His gaze locks with Amara’s, yet his eyes are not dull. They hollow impossibly further, telling of a man who has seen far more than any living should. Tendons bulge in his arms, accompanied very shortly by a mildly audible whirring and whoosing… His hand leaves a solid centimeter thick indent in the metal.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“Partial disclosure: I’m not your average pilot.” </span><br/><br/>He stops abruptly at that, practically discarding a credit chit with an exorbitant amount of credits relative to the food purchase.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“And given what you’ve said, we need to move.”</span><br/><br/>He stands casually, stretching languidly despite the urgently in his voice just moments prior. ‘Kark T8, and you did that shit all the time? No karking wonder you practically had an IV drip of that stim shite’. He takes a deep breath before calmly walking out of the restaurant, escorting Amara back towards his hovercar.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“I would never store this ship in a public hanger, I pretty much had to rebuild it myself…” </span>As his keys were unlocking the car, those words tumbled out. He wasn’t even sure why he, just felt it was something Amara should know about its history.<br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><br/>“Even with a hovercar like this, it’s going to be a pretty long drive. I’m going to have to take the legal roads for a while, but after we leave the metropolis it won’t be too long.”  </span><br/><br/>Of course, Corellia was one of those planets known for having sprawling mega cities, and getting to really ‘any’ patch of wilderness would take some doing. The sun was beginning to set by time the first patches of trees were sprinkling into view. Another sigh escapes his lips.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“I will never forgive that karker for dying before teaching me how to work on vehicles like he could, but there’s a reason this trip is going to be short.”</span><br/><br/>He pulls out his datapad before sliding his fingers across in what is obviously a password of sorts. He inserts the miniature computer into the hovercar and with a feint buzz it takes over control of the car and a strange capsule receiver appears in the middle of what would be the dash. He extends his seat backwards, allowing him to access the top of the car from which he pulls a small, black, canister.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"In here? Stygium Crystals, one of the things that makes stealth ship technology possible. Well, an… Old friend of mine, modified my car some time back.”</span><br/><br/>He opens the canister and dumps the purple crystals into the waiting receiver. Brandon quickly takes over manual control of the car and pulls into one of many various alleys he knew in this city that saw little light. With the flip of another switch, the car flickers from view and he allows it to rise above the rooves of the buildings. Technically this was illegal for street cars, but they couldn’t really bust what they couldn’t see. A cruise just above the heights of the taller buildings and they made short work of the remainder; the remainder of the city quickly dwindling into one of Corellia’s forests.<br/><br/>Eventually, he begins to bring the car down, the surprisingly tough vehicle crashing through some impressively thick branches in its descent. He lands in front of, well, a complete ruin. What clearly used to be a spherical hanger is missing its dome and whatever remained was encased in shrubbery. Brandon, as with everything else, didn’t care in the slightest.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“Well, here we are.”</span><br/><br/>He looks at Amara, the corners of his lips clearly fighting a smirk.