Too Stubborn To Die

The hyperlanes he knew best were those of the Outer Rim, to be sure. Over half a decade of smuggling spice had taken him to most of the reaches of the galaxy, all except the very fringes, and Sith space. He was an accomplished pilot, formerly an accomplished smuggler, and even had experience combating Sith Knights. But even so, being this close to old Sith space sent chills down his spine. They really weren't all that far from Korriban, and the Sith Order had just started to reclaim their old territory.
All in all, if he hadn't been asked by a Jedi Knight, Gatz Derrevar would never have chanced this journey.
The Red Night exited hyperspace with a shudder, and the pilot was greeted with the view of a dead world. He didn't know the history of Nathema, but for a dead rock, it sure did seem to garner a lot of interest from the Ashlan Crusaders. Maybe his passenger had been one, and that was why she was so interested in returning? He didn't know, and he figured it was none of his business anyways. She'd tell him as much as he needed to know, and he was fine with that.
"Knight Tari," Gatz keyed the ship wide intercom, "we've just dropped from hyperspace. You should come up here."
It felt weird to be so formal with a Jedi Knight, especially after being on a first-name basis with Valery. But ceremony was important to many in the Jedi Order, and it was just polite to be respectful of her rank. He didn't know her personally, and so being professional was probably the best approach.
Being professional. Him. The former smuggler, and general malcontent. Uncle Klein would be proud.
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