<div class="floatleft">(https://i.gyazo.com/4689086d193495546ff353c3e83c7383.jpg)</div>The saffron figure listened to Hira's words with an unmoving stare before finally nodding and gesturing for her to ascend the gangplank of his ship.<br/><br/><em>"Very well Hira Darksun.  Your words are noted and you may pass."</em><br/><br/>He then looks to Ara, while slender gloved fingers hold up as if to say 'wait a moment'.  The King studies Aria carefully this time, as if weighing a decision.<br/><br/><em>"There's something about you Witch.  Something about your ...eyes.  Before you may pass into my ship, I wish to know if those eyes are ...natural.  Were you born with them?  Speak truthfully."</em><br/><br/>.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Internally from Dimra</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>"Easy?  Easier would be based on semblances and deceptions, adjudging the quicker and seductive path of untruths and force, no?  I sense there is much unseen though about this man in yellow.  Best to quell your impulses, avoid the desire to take what you wish, for every action under The Force, there is a correlating reaction, a cost.  You have already paid dearly for your path thus taken so far.  Do not be so quick to give up so much of yourself when there are other opportunities, but be wary and mindful in any case."</em></div></div><br/>.<br/><br/>The saffron clad figure watched impassively as the Zabrak ritual was performed before him, but upon completion of the pledge, he nodded in approval.  Gesturing into the bay of the ship, he replied.<br/><br/><em>"So let your pledge be recorded, so let it be fulfilled, Teslo Ran.  You may pass."</em><br/><br/>At the words and kind expression of Elesei, the Yellow King seemed to sigh internally and relax for a moment.  He gestured for her to ascened and then clasped his slender fingers together.<br/><br/><em>"Hope is a dangerous thing.  Reckless actions are often predicated upon hope.  Hope is a deceptive attachment for the future, and always in motion is the future.  Always enticing, always changing, always withdrawing the promises of what it dangles.  It is difficult to trust to the future.  You should be wary of placing too much to it.  But you may pass..."</em><br/><br/>At Leri's words there was a moment of disapproval, and the King held out his arms to each side as if to bar her way.<br/><br/><em>"You had offered me the services of a Mandalorian.  But then you amend that you would refuse to fight in my defense.  Neutral or not, a Mandalorian is known as a warrior first, all else is secondary.  What use is a Mandalorian crate-carrier or a Mandalorian deck-swabber?  I have no need of a Mandalorian that would not fight in my service, if this is your offer, you may not pass."</em><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2421/3792016935_0b4d56e157_o.jpg)</div>The little droid had been floating and listening to all of this, and then snapped to action, as the first of the company began to ascend the gangplank.  Rushing to escort the new crew upwards, he began to speak excitedly.<br/><br/><em>"Well, how the worm does turn!  Welcome aboard!  AS new crewmembers, you'll likely wish to know where to stow your gear and where you bunks will be!  Come with me this way, and I'll show you!"</em>