Sylix nodded his head “just how much…compensation are we talking?” he asked already running through the numerous bounties that were out for rebels in his mind, wondering just which course of action would earn him the most credits.<br/><br/>He knew that either way he would have to play nice for right now, keep the princess off guard…if he decided to work with the rebels it wouldn’t do good to kill their messenger, and if he decided to call the authorities then she would be worth far more alive. “and how much resistance will you be expecting to run into while you make your little trip?” he asked his tone firm and businesslike. The Twi’lek girl now lying at his feet pressing and slithering her body along his legs as if she were a pet seeking attention. The princess’ blaster pistol on the couch next to Sylix.<br/>