STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Rescue

"Actually, she's still asleep. This is fun."

Reluctantly, Dak picks Rianna up to carry her out of the ship.

As she is still asleep and doesn't know what's going on, Rianna swings her fist at Dak when she feels herself being moved.

Dak easily catches her weak swing. "Hey, stop that. I like it rough, but now's not the time. Maybe when you're a little less poisoned."

"Hmph, don't like you..." she says, trying to pull her arm away.

Dak keeps his grip on her arm. "Well that's just not nice... who do you like, hmm?" He grins. "Is it Rand?" he asks teasingly.

"Rather kill him."

Xavier goes and meets the other two by the door.

"It is good you did not die Rianna."

Rianna is becoming delirious at this point. When Dak mentions Rand, she could almost swear that it was Rand that was carrying her out of the ship...

Are you all making efforts to hide your lightsabers?

Well, hiding our sabers is the standard... Dak's are concealed in his gauntlets, anyway.

"Where's the medic?" he asks, not wanting to deal with anyone longer than he has to.

Yeah Xavier will definitely make sure his sabers are not being put on for show.

Well, Rianna kinda can't hide hers herself, but she's going to want them back when she's awake (obviously) so hopefully Dak or Xavier are holding on to them...😛

We'll say that Dak's got Rianna's sabers tucked away with her cloak.

Rianna will want her cloak back, too, for the record 😛

The group that has come to meet you on the landing pad is not what you would expect. Instead of a security team, you are confronted by small band of mercenaries. At the lead is a man in a lab coat, hands behind his back.

"You do not look like merchants," he says.

Xavier stands up to his full height, casting as big a shadow as he can.

"Our group are merchants, although some of us, myself included, are hired body guards."

"Who are the merchants?" he asks.

"She is," Xavier says nudging his head towards Rianna.

"This is an awful amount of protection for one merchant," the man says, folding his arms across his chest. "What is it that she sells?"

"Slaves," Trax says, suddenly. "We have a shipment in the hold. Highly sought after laborers."

The man in the lab coat frowns. "Really? Show me."

Trax nods, and goes back into the ship.

Xavier will go with Trax.

You start to go, but the man in the lab coat raises a hand in protest.

"Stop where you are," he says. "I want to know what happened to her. What did you say your name was? Or their names?"