"Roger, Admiral." Fara answered, touching the center of her earpiece to activate the mini microphone. "We've set a course for the Outer Rim, ETA fifteen minutes. I'll have Salvatore," The name was announced louder than the rest of the words so that, even over her shoulder, Sal turned away from watching the Jedi work to look at her. "Chart a course for Nar Shaddaa as soon as we drop. Do you have anything as far as a briefing goes?"
Salvatore turned back just in time to see the door suddenly seal itself back onto its hinges. He blinked, frowned, and then looked at the others. "You make sure that they fix things up right." he told the other three soldiers, who nodded curtly, and then he marched after his captain.
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Dominic looked at her with a wry grin, watching her eyes carefully for a moment before giving a nonchalant toss of his shoulders. He pretended not to notice her hesitation. "It must be a pretty serious personal curiosity." he said lightly, before nodding towards an open booth. He picked up his drink and headed for it, sitting down on one side and waiting for her to sit down on the other.
"So tell me," he said, putting his elbows on the table and leaning slightly forward. "What is it you know about this osti...whatever it was."