Marquikise's POV
Before arriving on the Republic cruiser, I stash my blaster pistol back into my robes for safe keeping. I hang my lightsaber on my belt and await our landing clearance. The doors of our transport slide open to the waiting hanger of eagerly waiting clones. They cheer for the captured prisoner, and my victory. Giving a fake smile, I wave at the excited troops. Following the party escorting the still unconscious prisoner, I see a familiar face across the hanger. Waiting near the Eta-Class Shuttle is Dalka.
Our party stops near the shuttle and one of the clones escorting the commander stops me.
"Sir, I've been told that you need to speak with the council." I nod. "We are in charge of escorting the prisoner in a containment cell, in case we run into any problems. Have a good trip."
He waves goodbye and leaves me near the shuttle. I stride toward the ramp, but pause to address Dalka.
"Is our contract finished?" I ask, hoping the answer is no.
"Despite the other offers, this is the best job." She walks by me before adding. "Besides, you still owe me a ship."
"What?"
"You know, the one you destroyed in that hanger?" She replies.
"That was never part of the contract." I state, following her to the front.
"But you will anyways." Pausing. "Won't you?"
"Shut up and fly, before I change my mind."
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