The trip should have been quick, and mostly uneventful. Instead what should have been a simple drop and collect, had become a route of chaos. Captain Lafleche did not appreciate chaos aboard her vessel. The S'emparer de Kurh'n'nor had altered course around the patrols of the Hapan Navy, entering the Ghost Nebula only to be rerouted again. The more she thought about the transaction on Centares, the more her insides warned her against it. Something about the deal felt off, and Marielle was not one to ignore her intuition. She consulted with her First Mate Voleta Carriveau, who concurred with the decision to abort, and seek another buyer.
However, the sale of the Hapan weapons and goods was not her only concern anymore. More like a minor detail she wanted to seal the deal on quickly, to return to the Consortium as quickly as possible with a far more valuable asset. She had consulted with Voleta about that as well. The captain recalled the conversation..
"He makes me queasy." She had stated, regarding their big catch, Dasquian Belargic.
"That's not nausea, captain." Voleta had informed her, and Marielle had listened because Voleta was the authority on the subject. There had been a time her First Mate had worked for the Red Mother, but the lady found piracy more to her liking and that suited them both fine. "He's a bit on the thin side. And I'm not sure you could have picked someone less convinient, but...that glassy look on your face is certainly not nausea."
Marielle had kept a wise silence on the subject after that. She had never succumbed to any such urge before, and she was not about to be undone by...him. She had kept him locked in the brig for the entirety of the trip to Corellia. No one indulged his requests, or answered any of his questions. His cursory attempts to win over her crew to fight for his Alliance fell on deaf ears. The crew was not forced to be here. Some had been waiting for a spot on this vessel for years. It was their privilege, as it was hers. She had smirked at the holofeed and not a second was wasted on worry, not on that count.
What to do with him while she was elsewhere though. She trusted her crew, yes.. but did she trust them with him?
Certainly not.
That was what brought the captain to the brig this time.
She had a decision to make.
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