So what's next? A party? >Zasabi<

[Zorua Silver]

Zorua had forgotten all about ordering food, and her stomach hadn't the discipline to remind her of it while she lapsed through short times of happy memories long gone. Sheepishly she offered an apologetic grin to the Theelin, her wandering mind now forcing his hand on her food choice. A salad would be fine; she did very much so enjoy them over other types of food things. Crispy life, tasty and fresh and bountiful, easier to raise and have a magnitude of. It was shown studies that organisms that ate plant matter had a much higher energy level than organisms that specified themselves into a carnivoristic lifestyle. And what chunk of energy the carnivores had receives, it wasn't nearly as much as what plant matter ingesting organics receives. Or so her biology classes within the Enclave had taught her.

It didn't take too long for the the droid to return with the lively plate, and Zorua tried at least this time to not appear to stare at the salad as though it was a neon painted bantha with 6 pairs of legs. It was only a salad. But whatever their house dressing was smelled unbelievably delicious! It had some sort of twangy sour twist, but it had some kind of savory smell that made her mouth water when she had never tasted anything like it, before. It was a perplexing thing, but she, again, made herself not stare at it like it was something extreme. It was only a salad Zorua, jeez, she lightly scolded herself. Taking her fork, a gentle stab into the colorfully arranged foliage, and after swirling it about in the clear-amber dressing on top, she was content with with a heavy and wet sigh. It was crazy delicious, and her wings fluttered zippily in glee.

His question sparked something, another memory, and the tender leaves went down with a half-hearted swallow. Slade, the man who had dropped her off to Buggie, was a dark side user. He had to have been. The way he acted was no easy thing for her to witness, and she had watched the man go through some serious mental difficulties; but he had never hurt her. In fact, he had protected her so many times, whenever he had to transport her. But there was no love in the situation. He did it only because he had to. And as a result of his hard work at keeping her alive, she was placed in Buggie's much more capable hands. The Angel hybrid knew nothing of the fight that ensued not too much longer, a fight that had taken place due to Slade's lack of control over his own body, or the fact that that fight was legitimately between Buggie AND Slade. Clearly after Zorua had been handed off to the Coalition .

But Slade wasn't a Sith. Or if he was, he didn't act like one. And she doubted he would be anywhere near caring about her location. Who knew? Maybe he forgot about her. But The Jedi for sure would be after he. She had run away from them, after all. They would probably send a different Jedi Master to track her down, as her own would probably be considered unfit to get her, as they had more of a bond than typically legal within the Jedi. Nothing nasty, but there was a much more close bond than a typical student and their Master. She couldn't ever consider herself his Padawan; she kind of couldn't ever bring herself to. She used her free hand to hold up her forefinger and middle finger up, indicating option number 2. Which, in some ways was worse than if the Sith were coming for her. You could smell a Sith from a mile away; a Jedi? Not even remotely. How would they take her? Would they claim her through Alliance methods? Would they sneak in the night and kidnap her? Would they make a scene? Who and what would go down when they came? Is she going in electrocuffs or a bodybag? A cage? Who knew!
She took another bite of her salad with a much more anxious expression on her face. Cerulean eyes began to wander, looking for any familiar faces that might seek to drag her back for rehabilitation or something much worse.

[Zasabi Ray]

Zasabi nodded slowly. Jedi then.

It had been a long time since Zasabi had cause to fear Jedi. When he had first been in the employ of the Corporate Sector decades ago, Jedi were as much a reason for caution as Sith. It was common wisdom that Jedi could be just as murderous as Sith, if far more impulsive due to their hypocritical philosophies. Still, as time had passed, the Jedi seemingly changed course and had begun to calm. Perhaps their shift into seclusion had led to a lower focus on maintaining warrior monks capable of combat, or perhaps the ones who could be tempted in this generation had either died or joined the Sith. Either way, it was only a little less concerning that dealing with the Sith. Jedi could potentially be negotiated with. Sith only responded to... forceful negotiations.

"Alright, well, here's the plan then. I've got a ship docked in port, but to maintain my cover and take care of my personal business I need to stay in town two more days. I'm willing to get you a room in town or you can stay on board the ship itself with me, but either way I can assign some body guards to keep you safe. In the meantime, you can figure out where you need to go to meet with your verpine friend. This is what I can offer you. Sound good?"

He wasn't lying about his own plans. Ever since meeting with his old comrade Xavius months back, Zasabi had been slowly reaching out to his old Shadow contacts, attempting to suss out details regarding certain organizations in the outer rim. He had some ideas that to some extent ran parallel to the old Shadow master's own schemes, but they required some work to nurture. Leaving early here would set them back by years, something he couldn't afford. Still, if the girl's life was in danger then he was obliged to help. It was a careful balancing act, but either way lives hung in the balance.

[Zorua Silver]

Zorua continued to munch through her salad, his voice interrupting her worry with something much more steeled than her anxiety. He would keep her? Hopefully she wouldn't get him killed in some way or another, or vice versa. She listened even moreso to his options, and hurriedly shook her head at the bodyguards. She had shared a precious secret with the Theelin, and certainly wanted to stick by him no matter what. She had lost too many faces so far, and if he was a friendly one, most especially one from several years ago, she had no desire to lose him again. He was nice to her in his party, all his shiny trinkets and sparkly things he held in that huge mansion place. Even now, she hoped that same glimmer was kind enough in her eye when she would rely for him to take her to her goal. Outwardly she projected as much emotion as she could to the alien, hoping he would forgive her for being so telling, but she only wanted to stay with him, should it not be too troublesome.

Her salad was soon gone, and with it, her hunger. As he continued to ponder on his next move, or rather, their next move, she gratefully slurped up the smoothie he had gotten her, topping off a full belly with fruity joy.

[Zasabi Ray]

Zasabi smiled at her pensive expression, the mature look somehow at odds on such a young face. "In any case, don't worry about it. We'll stop by my ship and go from there." Lifting his straw to his lips, he slurped slightly as he finished off the fruity beverage. A slightly abashed smile crossed his face before he rose. "Just follow me and stay close."

Before long the pair had arrived at the Shadow's ship, a long emerald yacht with a squat, anvil-shaped top and a flattened conical nose. It's distinctive silhouette was clearly that of a Sorosuub PLY 3000, one of the more expensive ships in the galaxy. A trio of grungy looking sentients scrambled as the pair entered, Zasabi dismissing them as mechanics or dock techs. "This is my ship," he announced with a broad wave of his arm. "She's gone through a few names and aliases, but these days, she's just home."

He placed an open palm on the security panel next to the landing ramp, letting a brief red light run across his hand before the ramp began to lower smoothly. "I'll introduce you to my friends."

Calling up the ramp, he began to ascend. "I'm back gang! I've brought a friend with me." He gestured Zorua up with a hand. In the corridor beyond were a pair of mandalorian armored figures, weapons slung across their bodies. Despite the suits of armor being near identical, their color schemes were drastically different. One was a deep black with gunmetal gray highlights, the other a crimson with splashes of orange almost haphazardly cast across it's form.

"Hey, captain," the orange one responded with a strangely tinny voice. "You brought someone new?" As Zorua approached, the bodyguards removed their helmets, revealing strange, snub-nosed battle droids. Their black, empty eyes focused in on the girl. "Well, any guest of yours is a guest of ours too, I guess?"

"Be polite," responded the droid in black. "Cap'n almost never brings us new faces. It'll be a nice change of pace."

"This is Jet," Zasabi indicated toward the black armored droid before gesturing toward the other. "And this is Spike. They're two of my closest friends."