<strong>Destiny Pool:</strong>Dark Side: | Light Side:<br/><hr/><br/>"More than you pay me for," Az shot back gruffly, though there was the faintest quirk of a grin at the corner of his mouth. "Maybe next time I should go ogle the strippers, and you can bail<em>my</em>ass out."<br/><br/>Bonk's voice crackled over the commlink again, with an utterly deadpan, "Yes, Captain." There was a pneumatic hiss as the boarding ram opened, and Tak scrambled inside, stumbling forward with such desperation that he had to use his hands to keep from falling face-first into the incline.<br/><br/>"Yeah, we seem to wear out our welcome a lot," Az said. The sound of sirens and hard-soled boots on duracrete were growing steadily louder. He quickened his pace, his hand going to Tiala's ass to urge her forward. "You'd think that with all the dicks you suck on the job that people would be more grateful."<br/><br/>Ascending the boarding ramp, the two of them found Tak seated in the passenger area, accepting a bottle from a vaguely humanoid droid. BN-K1 turned its head to regard Tiala. "Captain, I took the liberty of starting the launch sequence. Spaceport security is converging on this hangar."<br/><br/>Az scoffed. "Of course they are." Shifting his gaze to Tiala, he asked: "Orders?"