"If we get through this you can tie me up as long as you want," Xin replied. They had mostly been left to themselves, which was to say the workforce in the lowest deck had been left unfed for nearly eight hours since dawn.
"I have a feeling this isn't going to be a quick job."
They needed to find Adric and do so before they made their escape. They couldn't gamble on finding him and getting off world in one go. He had a tracker in his blood stream and perhaps some of Dells' old war buddies would show if they couldn't get out under the own steam. In the meantime they needed to plan and stay alive.
The telltale sound of atmosphere rocking the transport began. Xin shifted around as the lights rose. Looking around, he found some of the 'stock' in a sorry state.
Pushing his back to the wall, he lifted himself up high enough to peer through a porthole. A TIE fighter zipped past the window. As the ship banked he caught sight of the pyramid. It was in a state of decay and a make ship landing pad had been cleared in front of it.
The craft touched down and light streamed in as the boarding ramp opened. There was a man in black robes standing and waiting. He stepped up the ramp promptly, met by one of the slave traders.
"Master Grayd," said the slaver, his tongue translated by a voice box into common.
The sith was just a cultist, no master. This was barely a rabble of fanatics who had escaped the Jedi onslaught. They were few in number, low in skill, but they were trying to build something here. It was why they had funneled cash through the criminal underworld into finding potential recruits.
"I will test the potential candidates on the upper deck before inspecting these," the cultist replied.
"I have a schedule to keep and...".
"And half of the last lot had no potential and four of the slaves died on day one. They will be inspected before you leave."
He carried on through the row of arrivals towards the stairs. Xin watched carefully. There must have been more like Adric on the deck above.
The cultist stopped before them sharply.
Xin froze. They must have been recognised.
"This one," the sith muttered, looking down at Xin. "You know he can use the Force?"
"No, but I'll take him up to the next deck and you can pay..." started the slaver, looking for extra credits.
"No. He's too old to train." His hand fell to a lightsaber. There was a moment where he was deciding whether to execute Xin on the spot, but his hand came away from the weapon. "But he looks good to work. Put a tracker on him for me."
The two turned and walked away to inspect the potential recruits. Xin sighed.
"Kark, I've already ruined the job," he hissed to Dells.