Plays easily enough, but she sometimes seems to forget details

"You had been working with Ezri Amara for months on board the Republic space tug for the Bracca scrapper's guild before the Empire came along. Everything had been going fine, the clone wars provided a steady stream of vessels to scrap, and scrap brought a steady stream of credits for all, but when the empire began selling of contracts and businesses to those who could afford it, the value of the workers decreased rapidly to the point where wages were squeezed beyond livability. Faced with destitution, you and Ezri Amara agreed that there were better opportunities in the Outer Rim, away from the Empire, even with all added risks." "After stealing the space tug, as well as your last haul of Vulture droid parts, you headed out on the Corellian run towards Ryloth, hoping to find refuge there for the time being" "I never expected to return to Ryloth, let alone as a fugitive in a stolen ship" "Ezri Amara said as Aibo entered the cockpit."

"Ezri chuckles dryly, her gaze focused on the hyperspace coordinates as they are entered into the console." "I'd rather not end up roasting in the middle of a desert, Caleb. Ryloth may not be the safest option, but at least we can blend in with the locals there."

"Ezri rolls her eyes playfully, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips." "I'm sure you'll find Ryloth to be full of...unique opportunities, Caleb. Just remember that we need to focus on finding work and staying out of the Empire's reach for the time being."

"Ezri raises an eyebrow, her grin widening as she catches his drift." "It's a long journey ahead of us, Caleb. Who knows what may happen?" "she says suggestively, eliciting a playful laugh from her co-pilot." "But let's focus on avoiding Imperial entanglements for now, shall we?"

"Ezri's playful demeanor immediately drops as she sees the star destroyer hovering above Ryloth. She takes several deep breaths, trying to maintain a level head." "Well, this isn't good," "she mutters under her breath."

"She steels herself and initiates evasive maneuvers, attempting to move the tug ship out of sight of the star destroyer's scanners." "We need to land somewhere outside of the Empire's reach, Caleb. I'll try to find us a suitable place to lay low for a while."

"Ezri takes a deep breath, nodding at Caleb's words as she tries to steady her nerves." "Right. I'm just going to play it cool," "she says with a forced confidence, guiding the tug ship towards Ryloth."

"As they approach the planet, Ezri keeps her eyes out for any signs of Imperial activity, scouting for a safe place to land. She spots a small, unassuming landing pad on the outskirts of one of the smaller settlements and decides to set the tug ship down there." "Alright, we're going to lay low here for a bit and assess our options," "she says to Caleb as she brings the ship in for a landing."

"Ezri nods in agreement as she start to unload the Vulture droid parts. She's not thrilled about the idea of selling them below market price but she can't deny that they need the credits." "You're right. We don't have many options left," "she says, her gaze turning towards Caleb." "We just need to be careful about who we sell to. There are a lot of unsavory characters out here who would try to rip us off even more."

"She finishes unloading the parts, locking them down tight to prevent anyone from taking them without their permission." "Let's take a walk into town and see if anyone is interested in the parts," "she suggests, making a motion towards the exit of the tow ship."

"Ezri rolls her eyes at the comment, teasing Caleb with a bit of sarcasm." "Oh yes, because spending years working in a dirty, oily engine room is exactly what one needs to be considered attractive," "she jokes, her tone playful as she nudges him with her elbow."

"She continues to walk alongside him, her gaze wandering around the market. She notices a few interested buyers eyeing them, undoubtedly curious about what they had to sell. However, Ezri's instincts told her to be careful." "Let's proceed with caution, Caleb. These people look shifty," "she comments, gesturing to those around them who seem to be subtly eavesdropping."

"Ezri rolls her eyes at Caleb's remark, though she can't help but feel a twinge of pleasure at his comment as well." "I didn't spend all those years hauling scrap just to look good for men like you, Caleb," "she retorts with a hint of amusement in her voice." "But I'll admit, the hard work has done wonders for my physique."

"She takes a quick look around them, making sure they're not being overheard." "But let's focus on finding a seller for the droid parts. Flirting with every Twi'lek girl we see isn't going to get us any closer to that goal."

"Ezri raises an eyebrow at Caleb's comment, a smirk playing across her lips." "Are you saying I wasn't attractive before?" "she quips back, teasingly."

"She chuckles, shaking her head." "I suppose all that manual labor gave me a hardened exterior, huh?" "she jokes, gesturing to herself." "But in all seriousness, I wouldn't be where I am now if it weren't for the opportunity to work on the tug and hone my skills. It's not easy being a Twi'lek in this galaxy, and manual labor is often all we have access to."

"She glances around the town, scanning the people passing by, before focusing back on Caleb." "So what do you think? Any potential buyers for our parts?"

"Ezri raises an eyebrow at Caleb's words, hiding a small smile behind her hand as they enter the dealership. She makes a mental note to tease him more about his wandering eyes later."

"As they begin to browse the dealership's selection, Ezri starts to feel a bit uneasy. It's not just the unsavory-looking characters milling about, eyeing them like prey; it's the knowledge that they're selling stolen parts." "I don't like this, Caleb," "she murmurs in a low voice, leaning closer to him." "I can't help feeling like we're being watched."

"That's true," "Ezri nods in agreement, straightening up again and adopting a more confident posture. After all, she'd learned a thing or two about appearing tough when you're actually feeling vulnerable during her time as a scrapper." "Let's just make this quick. I don't like being in one place for too long."

They quickly locate the proprietor of the establishment, a rather seedy looking Rodian who sizes them up with shrewd eyes. "I'm looking to sell some vulture droid parts," "Ezri announces, trying to sound both casual and authoritative at the same time." "You interested?"

The Rodian eyes them a moment longer before finally nodding. "Depends on what you got, and what kind of price you're looking for."

Ezri glances over at Caleb to let him handle the bartering portion of the transaction, knowing that he has a more silver tongue than she does. At the same time, she makes sure to keep a careful eye on their surroundings, scanning for any signs of trouble.

Ezri keeps her gaze fixed on the Rodian as Caleb makes his proposition, watching for any telltale signs of disinterest or suspicion. She tries to exude an air of cool professionalism, letting him know that they're not to be trifled with.

After a moment, the Rodian rubs his chin thoughtfully, then nods. "Deal. The credits are yours." He transfers the funds directly into their account, then gives them a small nod. "Pleasure doin' business with you."

Ezri allows herself to relax slightly, though she's careful to keep her guard up until they're safely out of the establishment. "Nice job there," she says to Caleb, offering him a small smile. "You really do have a way with words."

Ezri lets out a small chuckle at Caleb's teasing, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Well, I'm not one to be easily won over," she teases back, winking at him.

But the levity fades quickly as Caleb brings up their financial situation. She crosses her arms over her chest thoughtfully, considering their options. "We might need to think about taking on some jobs," she says after a moment. "But we'll have to be careful. Can't afford to get caught by the Empire, or we're done for."

"I know, I know..." Ezri responds, her expression solemn. "But we can't give up hope just yet. Maybe there's something we haven't thought of." She falls silent for a moment, thinking.

"Or perhaps it's time we started thinking about leaving Ryloth altogether," she says finally, her voice low. "Head somewhere out on the rim, where the Empire's grip isn't so tight. It's a risk, but...we're running out of options."

Ezri nods in agreement. "Yeah, good idea," she says, standing up from the table they were sitting at. "We can keep thinking about our next move while we have some food." She follows Caleb out of the establishment and towards the space tug, her thoughts already turning to their dwindling supplies and the need to find some more.

Ezri, slightly taken aback by the sudden question, narrows her eyes at the Twi'lek for a moment before answering. "Yes, this is our ship," she says cautiously. "Why do you ask?"

She turns to Aibo, silently communicating to him to keep alert just in case things go south.

Ezri watches Caleb take a defensive stance and tries to keep herself calm. Although the man seems friendly enough, she knows better than to let her guard down too soon.

"I see," she says slowly. "And what is it that you want from us, Horza?"

Ezri raises an eyebrow at the mention of the Automated vulture droid deployment station. "Interesting," she muses, wondering what sort of treasure trove the abandoned station could contain. "And what's in it for us?"

She's not opposed to the idea of taking on a salvage operation, especially if it means making some much-needed credits, but she's also not about to simply trust this stranger without knowing more.

Ezri nods thoughtfully at Horza's offer. While the sum is not exactly small, it will certainly be enough to upgrade their ship with the necessary weapons and armor.

"I see," she says slowly, tapping her fingers against her arm. "That sounds fair. We could use some new equipment for our ship. But tell me, why can't you salvage the station yourself? What's stopping you?"

She glances sideways at Aibo, silently communicating that they should continue to be cautious.

Ezri's eyes narrow ever so slightly at the realization that Aibo and she have gotten involved with a black market arms merchant. While she's not necessarily opposed to illegal activities, she's also not exactly comfortable with it either.

"You didn't mention anything about us having to break any laws," she says coolly to Horza, "What you're suggesting is risky, and I don't like unnecessary risks. Besides, we're trying to avoid drawing any attention to ourselves at the moment."

Ezri glares at Horza, feeling frustrated at being backed into a corner. While she doesn't enjoy making shady deals, she also knows that he's right -- they wouldn't be in this situation if they had many other options.

"I'll think about it," she mutters, crossing her arms over her chest. "But we're not making any promises. Aibo, let's head back to the ship. We'll discuss things once we're alone."

Ezri frowns as she stirs a pot of water, considering Aibo's question. "I don't like it, if I'm honest," she replies after a moment. "But at the same time, he's not wrong. We need money if we want to keep moving, and legal work isn't exactly easy to come by these days." She sighs and leans against the counter, looking thoughtful. "What do you think? Do we have any other options?"

Ezri nods as Aibo speaks, considering that option carefully. "It's not the worst idea," she admits. "But we can't forget that there are risks with any job we take on. Horza's offer sounds easy, but it could also be a trap. And if we get caught--" she glances around the ship, concerned. "I don't know if we could handle being thrown in an Imperial prison." She pauses and shakes her head, looking determined. "But you're right about needing to retrofit the tug. We're sitting ducks without any defenses. Let's table this discussion for now and focus on finding work that's a bit less...immoral, if we can."