Jaren smirked as she played around with the gravity-less environment. With gravity projection ubiquitous across the galaxy, even the most seasoned spacers rarely experienced zero-g. It was certainly a strange feeling. He ran a hand through his hair as she asked about Ordo.

“Yes. He’s a Mandalorian bounty hunter, a mercenary working for the Sith Empire’s Ministry of Intelligence. We ran into him back on Nar Shaddaa in the middle of a contract. He killed our exfil target and one of the guys on my team. I finally got a clean shot at him back on the ship and I didn’t have time to set my blaster back from stun.” He exhaled deeply. The rush of adrenaline hadn’t yet worn off, and his heart was still racing. Beyond that, he was less than confident about their odds. Ordo was a skilled hunter and a deadly combatant. He’d have liked their chances a lot better if he’d been able to kill him aboard the [i]Sailer[/i]. 

But Jaren was a Corellian. Odds weren’t his thing.

“Disappointing, but I imagine that’s not the last we’ll see of him,” he continued. “Hopefully I’ll be the one doing the shooting and not you, though. I take it you don’t have much firearms training, do you?”