<div class="floatleft">(https://i.gyazo.com/5e6ddf2840c2ba963b02641172be4772.jpg)</div>Aria boldly approached the stranger that had been speaking to Teslo.  She just caught his introduction as 'Kumon', and interjected herself into the conversation.<br/><br/><em>"My, you are a bold one.  I do indeed have a ship, but unfortunately for you, it's neither for hire nor would it fit passengers...  It's a starfighter, an Utai P-series actually.  I rarely transport anything much more than myrself and ...ahem, 'inert' cargo.  Still, there are other starships to be found, and Captains for hire.  In fact...  I think that there little droid is the First Mate of a ship that might suit your needs..."</em><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2421/3792016935_0b4d56e157_o.jpg)</div>Kumon raised an eyebrow just as Teslo asked about an ion gun, the hint of a smile twitching those stained lips of his.  He tilted his head at the droid in the alcove.<br/><br/><em>"I've had run-ins with its captain before.  Can't say they were pleasant, but I'm still alive.  That ship is fast and deadly.  Made a name for itself raiding Banking Clan and Trade Federation shipping during the height of the War.  Supposedly the Republic granted the captain letters-of-marque, along with free reign to target Confederacy vessels, keeping whatever gains and spoils they managed to steal away.  I made the mistake of trying to outrun it while carrying a Neimoidian Trade camtono I'd picked up from Canto Bight.  Had to give it up to save myself and my fighter.  It was the only logical choice, when weighing the options, in the end...<br/><br/>...as for you, young lady...  whether or not I intend to sell you out?  Well, you don't know that.  You have no idea of my intentions, given we've only just met.  I don't even know your name.  But if I were you, I'd assume that everyone here in this Speakeasy would be willing to sell you out, for the right price..."</em><br/>