Crystaall's realization of this issue was only a brief moment as she soon looked up to see Grey-Kast standing in front of her. She then noticed that he could have possibly seen and heard everything that had gone on... but Crystaall remained silent. The rodian only stared at her for a few moments until he looked back into the cockpit. He turned back to the young girl and only managed a fake grin.
"Well... we're here."
Crystaall only nodded in his direction, deciding not to respond as she tried to refocus on the A.I. It had known about Vex... and for some reason, it knew something she did not. Herself being a Jedi. But Crystaall had never dared to walk down that path, for she never even had the abilities or concept of how to use the so-called power known as the Force. It must have been a memory it gained from another, or it could have been something of her past? Something she did at such a young age she wouldn't be able to remember? No... it couldn't be that. The Jedi were wiped out and even those who survived vanished probably far off into Deep Space, nowhere to be found again. Crys could never be a Jedi... nor did she even know what being a Jedi meant. And yet she could faintly remember hearing Jigaal mock her in front of Vex and saying that Vex believed her to be some amazing legend, except for the fact of how young and unworthy she would be for such a feat. A legend.... that was a title a hero deserved.... not someone of her stature. A bounty hunter gone rogue to the Empire and now an exile of what she considered her true home. All she could look to was a past that might not even be here. But-
"Hey! Will you quit thinking and get over here!?"
"Y-ye-yea..... I'll be right there."
Was it possible that she was something more than what she was made to believe?
Crystaall walked into the cockpit, following Grey-Kast as she looked out the window to see a number of Naboo starfighters in front of the Hawke. She looked at Grey-Kast and all he could do was point to the communicator that was located in the center of the controls. Crystaall hesitated to press it, but soon leaned forward, giving into her need to understand what was going on.
"This is Crystaall, captain of the Dragon Hawke. Is there an issue here?"
A loud voice hit the response speaker as it sounded like a man around his mid-thirties. The voice wasn't a deep pitch, but it was close to that point.
"Yes Ma'am, there is an issue. Under article 473 of our current Queen, all bounty hunters must be taken into custody and their sentence is to be awaited by the Queen and her authorities."
"And how do I fall under this jurisdiction?"
"Ma'am, you are the bounty hunter known as Crystaall, AKA: Angel, that is currently being hunted by the Empire as we speak. If you wish to be pursued by the Empire and-"
"I'll accept your sentence. Where do I land?"
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