Cody and his crew had returned to the sanctuary of their ship, the 'Hallelujah', on a surface landing pad. They sat doing this and that, but nothing really interesting had happened since they had returned from the casino. The metal man had never come back from where he had been taken in the casino, and Cody had gotten tired of waiting.
"Jesse, you found out who's put up legal bounty claims on us yet?" Cody asked in a monotonous drawl which obviously showed his boredom.
"Yeah, we got another two-thousand put on our heads, each that is, and four people have claims right now. A level 2 Mercenary..."
"Amatuer," Cody scoffed.
"A level 4 Head-Hunter..."
"A level 6 Bounty Hunter..."
"And finally, the qu-de-gra, a level 9 Pirate Mercenary," Jesse finished.
"Difficulty," Cody also finished quipping. "Why a Pirate Merc? Don't they only take jobs within the interest of their group or guild?"
Jesse responded lazily, "yeah, but with the bounty that's starting to accumulate around us, I don't think they're going to turn a blind eye. And a guild of pirates doesn't overlook anything that might turn them an easy profit, especially a guild that's got a personal merc of this capacity, for them it's like picking money up off the ground."
"Yeah, that's what I don't like..." Cody trailed off, he'd gotten an idea. "...I'm going out, while I am could you find more info on these legits, especially the pirate merc."
"Sure, sure, got nothin' better to do," Jesse retorted in a very similar state of boredom to Cody's.
"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)