Tyrell sat down at a table in the centre of the communal area. He missed the company of his droids, he had had them for years. They had been by his side since the darkest of days. Followed him as he moved his way up to where he was now, or rather to where he was a couple of hours ago. He rubbed the back of his head at the question, putting himself down and showing as much awkwardness at the scenario as he could possibly bring forth, all part of the act. "It's a long and complicated story. The short of it is my First Mate decided to give herself a promotion. Now I'm calling in what's owed from the our joint venture on Abridon, because I'm going to get my ship back. Get rid of the traitor, then take what's mine and go find somewhere nice in the Outer Rim to settle. I'm starting to get on in years a little bit, it'd be nice to leave all this running around behind me."