The GP-103 droid really was one of the best in the galaxy at this moment in time, in Venator's opinion. Programmable, dependable, and with a variety of skills, an important trait was that it was, of course, loyal; as a droid, it couldn't turn on you, couldn't betray you. Oh yes, Venator knew all about betrayal. Hell, he was a master in the "art", having usurped Van Tien, former leader of the Alsakan Union, and brought about his death. That's why protection from such a droid was very important. These droids, however, were expensive and hard to get; Republic space had a number of them, but Venator had a considerably large bounty in Republic space, and spending a great deal of time searching for a droid to buy in such space wasn't his idea of a smart move. And so, in his traditional style, Venator didn't intend to buy the droid. He'd heard of a particular droid scavenger who'd acquired such a droid, and had the protection of said droid and a number of bodyguards. This scavenger, however, occupied neutral space, space Venator had complete control of.
And so Venator was going to reaccquisition the droid from him.
The ship had been sighted on their scanner some time after they'd first picked up the rough vicinity, a relatively short chase. Scavenger ships were built more for ploughing through dangerous, asteroid field areas, rather than speed, which meant Venator's ship was easily able to catch up with it, gaining on it over the course of the day. They were still quite some way away from the ship, but they'd be boarding it relatively soon. That, of course, was a good thing; the sooner they got this droid, the better. Of course, the droid would almost undoubtedly be used in combat against them, and they'd have to incapacitate it. Luckily, however, Venator had a number of tools perfect for such a job, and couldn't foresee much trouble. After all, he was an Alsakan Admiral, and if the scavenger were to kill him, the repercussions on him would be terrible.
That was a benefit of the job.
Yet Venator wasn't planning on going alone. This scavenger wouldn't have too much protection, and so Venator had merely decided, on his way to Xa Fel, to pull this off as a detour, with Meara Alahara. Ah, yes. Meara Alahara. Venator still didn't know exactly what to do about that. He'd never felt this sort of feelings before, yet he felt sure these were genuine; what else could make him feel as he did, so confused and odd around her? This wasn't like him, not at all, so he was almost sure it was genuine... He hadn't spoken to her much since the kiss, past what needed to be said to keep her up to speed. He wished she'd say something, almost to break the silence between them. Venator made a mental note that, when he next saw her, to initiate conversation or something if she didn't get there first. Yes. Yes, that would be a good idea. Venator would do that, and see how it went from there.
God, he was new to this sort of thing.
And so Venator was going to reaccquisition the droid from him.
The ship had been sighted on their scanner some time after they'd first picked up the rough vicinity, a relatively short chase. Scavenger ships were built more for ploughing through dangerous, asteroid field areas, rather than speed, which meant Venator's ship was easily able to catch up with it, gaining on it over the course of the day. They were still quite some way away from the ship, but they'd be boarding it relatively soon. That, of course, was a good thing; the sooner they got this droid, the better. Of course, the droid would almost undoubtedly be used in combat against them, and they'd have to incapacitate it. Luckily, however, Venator had a number of tools perfect for such a job, and couldn't foresee much trouble. After all, he was an Alsakan Admiral, and if the scavenger were to kill him, the repercussions on him would be terrible.
That was a benefit of the job.
Yet Venator wasn't planning on going alone. This scavenger wouldn't have too much protection, and so Venator had merely decided, on his way to Xa Fel, to pull this off as a detour, with Meara Alahara. Ah, yes. Meara Alahara. Venator still didn't know exactly what to do about that. He'd never felt this sort of feelings before, yet he felt sure these were genuine; what else could make him feel as he did, so confused and odd around her? This wasn't like him, not at all, so he was almost sure it was genuine... He hadn't spoken to her much since the kiss, past what needed to be said to keep her up to speed. He wished she'd say something, almost to break the silence between them. Venator made a mental note that, when he next saw her, to initiate conversation or something if she didn't get there first. Yes. Yes, that would be a good idea. Venator would do that, and see how it went from there.
God, he was new to this sort of thing.