Andoran trailed behind Crow, careful not to be too far behind. He scanned everything and everyone on his way in, eyes moving from one thing to the next. Iris was inside him doing the same thing. Most likely, she was also running every sort of scan she could without being detected. It wasn't that he didn't trust the people here, he didn't, it was just what a Warlock did. Always scanning, always learning.

He wondered what drew each individual to this life. To relinquish ties to whatever they had before and turn to smuggling or whatever jobs this Cratix doled out. He wasn't the first person to have control of a gang, or whatever they wanted to call themselves. Andoran knew of a few others in the system. Though, most stuck to beyond the Belt. They were in lawless frontier now. He wondered if Failsafe knew about Cratix.