Jaxon kept his blaster trained on Jast as the holovid came on screen. A helmeted individual, human, if Jast had to guess by the build, sat at in a cockpit. 

"This is Captain Montaak of the [i]Arkanis Sailer[/i] speaking," the captain addressed the feed. "Who am I speaking with?"

"My name is Deklen Ordo. I have an easy offer for you, Captain. I'm a bounty hunter, and I have reason to believe that you're carrying several marks aboard your ship." Jast lowered his hands as Jaxon relaxed his gun-wielding hand, his eyes fixed on the bounty hunter on-screen. "As you've probably noticed, I have a lot of firepower, more than enough to put you and everyone aboard into the void before you can get yourself to the nearest egress point into hyperspace. But that's not how either of us wants this to go."

"What do you want, bounty hunter?" Montaak demanded. 

"Engage your airlocks and prepare to be boarded. My crew and I will secure the marks, then you and yours are free to go." Jast studied the captain's face, but the Nemoidian did not betray any sort of emotion. Only the impassive grimace of cold, calculated analysis in the face of annihilation graced his features. "Do we have a deal?"

"We have a deal. Ms. Montra, prepare the airlocks." The screen cut out, and Jaxon holstered his blaster. Jast lowered his hands fully and backed out. 

"Thank you," he said, and turned to leave. The captain and his crew did not speak, or make a move to stop him.

As he moved down the length of the corridor, he found a young woman come up via stairwell to the upper deck. She looked around, seemingly lost. "You looking for someone?" Jast asked her.