Trey walked into the lounge dressed in an outfit which made him look almost like nobility. The Soul had just set down in a docking bay in a better area of Nar Shaddaa and Trey had a plan in mind that, true to form, he hadn’t completely disclosed to his whole crew. “You guys know the deal. Hang out here ’til you hear from me, okay?”
Arden bit her lower lip for a second before she spoke, “Trey are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Sure I’m sure,” he said with a lopsided grin. “Diva and I can handle things. And we might pick up a little spare change along the way. Depends on who I bump into. There’s a few guys floating around this moon who still owe me.”
“And some that want your head up the business end of a bantha,” her eyebrow raised.
Trey leaned against the bulkhead and shook his head...Read More