𝑱𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒛

Zephir glanced at @OrderAndMoney as he leaned against the private shuttle. At his hip, his blaster was armed and ready. "Last chance ta back out, Jefe."

"Ey, Papi~"

"Hola, Shark."

He might be terribly bored at the reception.

Sipping on his tea, the techie flipped through his datapad - a million thoughts clashing in his mind. Pick a side. That's what people had been telling him recently. First Order or Resistance. Those were the choices. So, pick a side.

Despite his abrupt and not entirely willing makeover, the techie couldn't help but be himself - dancing along to the beat of a song ringing out around the cantina.

Perhaps early mornings and hotel hopping on business trips weren't so bad when he go to wake up to Javier basking in the sun. Boring as all hell. But tolerable. "What ya got on the schedule, Shark?"

Glances at @OrderAndMoney, then at the box in his hands, then back to Javier. "No. Ain't gonna happen."

With a notice calling him to the executive's office, Killian shuffled on his feet - unsure whether he was to be fired or praised or purposefully inconvenienced by @OrderAndMoney.

"I hate that fuckin' hospitality hologram," he growled. Every time he saw an image of himself programmed by another, he felt his blood boil and that Yavinese spirit ignite.

Strums a little tune.

How was he supposed to explain a state-of-the-art starship simply disappearing to his boss? "Well... Dammit."

Up - high up in the treetops of Yavin - Zephir was finally home.

Zephir did his best to stay awake and at attention. But truth be told, he didn't care to listen to @OrderAndMoney's friends go on and on about their successes and trophy wives.