Private Objects Are Not What They Seem

[Judah Dashiell]

"Yes, I agree. Some lives unfortunately lost, yet it could have been worse. Not to diminish their loss but considering the amount of people who work and live in this station, I'm grateful the damage was contained to a small sector."

A small pause as he surveyed the damage over Miss Tin'dara's head.

"Also we are grateful for your efforts. A valiant one. I know you might feel a certain way about some of the pirates escaping. However, with the amount of cameras I believe once we run back the holos we should get a clearer idea of identity. Not that we will seek charges or revenge, but to prevent a future attack on this or another facility. I just pray this isn't a sign of things to come in this sector."

A shake of his head concluded the thought.

"If there is anything we can do to assist or re-pay you, please let me know. Salacia Consolidated is in your debt for the leadership displayed here today. If there's any resources I can provide, do not hesitate."

 

[Azula Tindara]

She took a moment. Would he question that some of the Jedi facade had fallen by the wayside? There was a careful line to walk, her balance precarious.

The white suit she had been wearing was marred by the smoke and blaster fire. She was bruised, but not broken.

"I'll take some of that medical care please," she said, offering a small smile. She reached out and briefly placed a hand on his forearm.

"You are not what I expected you to be," he said. That much was entirely true. Part of her wished that it wouldn't have to end the way she had planned. To see if there was anything else unexpected about Judah Dashiell.

"I may stay around in the sector for a little longer and look into these pirates."

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Azula would eventually be escorted to the medical bay for some treatment.

The footage would be reviewed. They would start at the beginning, trying to identify the leaders.

In the chaos, however, the cameras would catch an interesting sight.

A wounded pirate on one knee, Azula standing over him with one hand against his temple. She had placed a small device in his hands and then he had nodded dumbly and rushed off to join his fleeing colleagues.

If there were any questions, Azula had already left the medical bay and apparently the entire station. Off to collect her prize.

All that was left, was a small card with a holonet number.