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When the meeting with the jedi finishes, I follow after the doctor to see if he got any details on the cargo. I arrive as Owen comes to, and when he makes his offer I step forward, "What say we just left you floating out there in the void?" I smile, "The way I see it, there's five of us involved in this shipment, and without any one of us it wouldn't have arrived. Seems like a five way split is fair to me."

Leokri is thankfully ignorant of this flagrant flaunting of the laws of the Republic. It's not his job to be a policeman, but these things never turn out well.

"Steve" salutes Owen and says, "Yes Fleshy Master Owen, nothing less then 1000 credits. And if more False Fleshy Masters come to take what is not theirs, This One will enter Maintenance Mode and forcefully install Anti-Theft protocols into their Neural-Data Storage Banks like I attempted on the last False Fleshy Masters, although they did not appreciate the upgrades.". After "Steve" finishes, he hops off the medical bed and dashes out of the room, before leaving he pauses before Leorki, obviously scans him and gives him a "thumbs" up and then continues to bolt out of the room.

Before leaving the Jedi temple again though "Steve" stops by the Quarter Master and to try and get some various droid parts.

OOC: Trying to get enough Droid parts to build another Pit-Droid and up-grade the mouse droid to have spider legs so it can more easily move across the ship. I have 5k+ credits to spare in this endeavor, as I am sure the free goodies allowed to us wouldn't account for all I would like to purchase.

"Thanks. Rest up. If we're not killed in the inevitable ambush on the trade, I'll see to it that credits find their way to you." I nod and turn and leave. Once clear of the medical bay, I hit the comms and reach out Ban (pretty sure that's the name I know Vakim by?), "I've got details on the intended buyer. A character by the name of Teeba. Heard of 'im?'"

With Owen settled up for the most part and conscious Orninoh bids him farewell and goes with Steve to the Quarter Master to see what he could get for the mission himself.

You startle Ban in the middle of a hushed comms conversation. "Hang on there," he says into the comms, then covers up the speaker. "Teeba eh, lemme think..."

OOC: GM, I'd like to see if I know Teeba, would you like a Streetwise or Knowledge: Underworld and what would the difficulty be?

Edit:Adding in my Knowledge: Underworld roll. I'm saying that since Vakim has a price on his head, he would for sure pay attention to the Hutts and their dealings.

Leokri is finding his work in his lightsaber slightly more consternating than expected, and continues to sequester himself and operate on it.

With the droid part in hand, "Steve" books it back to the ship and into his hidey hole.

(OoC: No Worries)

Orninoh makes his way back to the ship in a less expedient manner watching Steve move at a more hurried space, having messaged Vashee on his location in case he'd be needed for anything the doctor went back to the makeshift medical bay. In the downtime he'll go over his medical supplies and without most people around probably sulk about the impending doom they were about to embark on.

Leokri eventually emerges from where he was working and looks around for the others. With a sigh, seeing the temple basically empty of his new colleagues, he wanders off towards the space port in search of the others.

Ban grins widely at Torhaa, then returns to his comms conversation, now speaking in a booming, boisterous voice instead of the hushed tones he was using before, "Well, well, well good buddy, maybe you might have trouble moving this much, but Teeba sure won't will he? I happen to know he's expecting this particular..."surprise", so maybe you should give him a call and we can set up a nice safe drop. Wha'da'yasay?