Crystaall then perked up, looking back at the rodian as she stood in the doorway of the clinic's exit. She turned around and grabbed him by the arm. There was a silent stare between the two until Grey-Kast lifted his left arm, pointing at the door.
"So are we going to go, or are you going to look into my eyes like a woman crazed for love?"
Crystaall shoved Kast back and scoffed at him as he threw her helmet at her. She caught it quickly, placing it between her arm and side and smiled.
"If I fell in love with a rodian smuggler, my droid would never let me live without the fact."
"Eh, it was worth a shot."
"Let's go Grey-Kast. No time to waste when the past is on the line."
Grey-Kast only shook his head as he followed her out of the clinic and into the dusty streets. He mumbled to himself since the teen was a moment or two ahead of him.
"Kid... you have no idea."
It took only a few moments for them to reach the spaceport and enter the hangar that housed the Dragon Hawke. The ramp lowered slowly with a droid's buzzing going off like an alarm. R4 stood at the top of the ramp squealing as if he was on fire and Crystaall only walked up the ramp and patted him on the head.
"Don't worry R4, I'm not going to bed. I need you to plot the coordinates to Naboo."
Grey-Kast only cracked a smile at Crystaall's witty comment of going to bed and then looked at her like something was wrong.
"Wait... your droid is piloting Vex's ship?"
"Yea... I can only pilot starfighters. Freighters like this have too many controls form me. Plus I prefer agility and strength in my combat. If they can't hit you, you're golden."
"Ha. And you say I'm like Vex."
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