Firas followed Cantenelli with subtle bitterness at first, staring at Kala with a daring glare as she is was courted off to engineering before he followed through with the given -order-<i><span style="color: Blue">You are getting soft, Firas</span></i>. The Turian had opted to remain silent as Cantenelli took both him and Ashana to a safer distance, deciding now to take the opportunity to look over Ashana's new attire even if it was for the briefest of moments. Non-surprisingly, it was as he would have suspected when looking at the seductress. Why was he not surprised? Afterall, Ashana was simply being Ashana. A curious realisation hit him, quick to turn his gaze away from her. To be constantly around this woman had now certainly watered down her charm, but it was a fool who would instead let his guard down because of it, even after they had worked together and survived this far. What bothered him the most was that looking at Ashana, he didn't feel tempted.. it was the fact that all he could think about was repairing his suit as she stood their in her new clothing!<span style="color: Blue"><i>You are getting soft, Firas</i></span><br/><br/>The moment they came to a stop, Firas took a moment to admire the beauty of Illium. For a garden world that was weaved into so much corruption, it would be hard to guess that this world had a rotten core. Still, with the gleam of skycars that drove past the balcony, the flickering array of lights that melded with the hovering orange sunset. It was magical. He made no effect to pull away from the setting as he began to listen as Cantenelli spoke. The human was right for once, it was time for them to inform him of the situation as they were now paired with the captain. It wasn't as if Firas had anything to lose anymore. Cantenelli now had his ship back and he wasn't up for being stranded on Illium with the one of the most notorious gangs hunting them down. The only hesitance he felt came from Ashana's inquisitive yet puzzled look.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Blue">You have a fine ship, Cantenelli.</span>" Firas waited before he carried on "<span style="color: Blue">But you are right. Information between us must be shared if it is to improve our chances of success.</span>" With a slight sigh, his mandibles twitched in turn. He no longer had a choice. "<span style="color: Blue">Makarot knew that Kalga was leading us on a wild goose chase from the very start. The Bekket was not attacked by raiders, despite its appearance but it was... too subtle. Whatever had hit the Bekket was gone the next. He also informed me that Kalga knew that the Bekkets cargo was also still intact</span>" He grumbled with a tint of frustration in his voice "<span style="color: Blue">He never said that we were after the Bekkets Cargo... and it became obvious once we got there that whoever attacked the Bekket first has taken the cargo we need. We dug our own graves the moment we took this damned job.</span>" Firas soon cast a glance over to Ashana "<span style="color: Blue">We had to go to the Bekket regardless, you know that Ashana otherwise we wouldn't be here. There is no way we could have known unless we went to the Bekket. I chose to keep quiet about it, and I chose to keep quiet about -him-</span>" His attention fell back onto Cantenelli "<span style="color: Blue">Makarot warned me about you, Cantenelli. He told me everything about you. Your ship, your reptuation, your skill; I knew who you were before you even spoke a word, a commanding human with his loyal turian -first mate- and with a disciplined crew in hand. He told me to run, but with such a fearsome reputation, I knew our time was limited.</span>" He offered a simple shrug "<span style="color: Blue">We had to cover as much ground as possible so I kept it from my team. The last thing they needed was another distraction, and with the Ecilpse already hunting us down, they didn't need a bigger burden.</span>"<br/><br/>He kept his gaze on Cantenelli at that point, with a face like stone and nothing more. As much as he wanted to ask more about the ship, it was time to talk. If he could even remotely drag any information out of Cantenelli, it may all be worth it... although there was a grim truth. He was now working for him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>