OVERWATCH
Alora stared at him for a moment as she reflected on the idea. It was insanely risky. There was a chance they could get caught or found out. Obviously, dangerous -- not that anyone cared about that. But the idea of getting paid twice did sound nice. Not to mention Alora loved taking out the enemy -- whoever that happened to be at the time.
"Let's do it," she exclaimed at last with a smile. Hell, she slid into and out of blockaded worlds and war zones, what was screwing with some criminal syndicate? Or two. Everyone won. Except the Black Sun, apparently. "But we'll need to keep comms to a minimum unless the fact we're broadcasting can be hidden." If Yuri was talking but none of his buddies were the ones hearing him that would draw fast suspicion. If they had to dial down the comms that would add to the risk, but Alora wasn't going to spend all day mathing out by how much... which meant it didn't matter!
"So, how much do these people know about you? Should I not announce myself?" Then again, Alora was aboard The Gambit, the best active/passive stealth ship in the galaxy. Even if she didn't say her name they'd probably figure it out. Well, not the dead ones, but their bosses once they heard how their people couldn't target the 'non-existent' ship.
