Tyrell more or less sat back and enjoyed the ride through the asteroid belt. Death was a great motivator, as was credits and the concept of capture at the hands of the Empire. He'd also have far rather died doing this than the alternative, being tortured or worked to death in an Imperial mine. Making his way back to the cockpit Tyrell waited until Elias asked his question, it was bound to come out sooner or later.

"Let's just say my first made Alaina disagreed with how I ran things, took the opportunity that the Empire presented gave to her and then took off leaving me for dead. Really it was an overall sloppy job, she should have had me killed herself or at least ensured that any crewmembers loyal to me were dealt with. Which is why we're at a crucial point in time. I need you to get me to Jakku. That's where the next job was going to be, once I get near or ont he ship everything will be okay. You'll get paid,a nd you'll no longer owe me a favour." He clapped his hands together. "Everybody wins."