Cleomenes did not drop his pistol. In fact, he raised it up and pointed it at her, making it clear he wasn't going to brook for half measures and promises when it came to the security of his ship. No matter how little he liked the Empire, Stormtroopers never stowed away on his ship. "I said" He remarked slowly. "Drop your weapons, and slide them to me.. The barrel was merely 3 meters from her face, and her eyes were looking down the barrel. "Now." 

There was a silence, and he knew she was debating on whether or not to foolishly try and kill him while he had an aimed blaster at her. He'd known the type before. Relentless survivors, looking for anywhere and anything that helped them escape their past. He could emphasize, but that didn't mean he would open all doors in life for them. That sort of life easily bred traitors and brigands, and he would have known on his freighter.

"Fine," he said, and even to Leyla, it was clear his pointer finger was in the middle of pulling the trigger when an alarm began to flash over them. He relaxed his hand for a moment, and realized there wasn't time for this. "Very well, keep them. But you stay here." He told her, and backed up into the main access corridor, gun still on her. Once he was free of the main bay, he spoke aloud. "Lockdown 12B," and suddenly his door slipped shut. 

All of them did. 

Leyla found herself in the room with no exits save perhaps a vent that likely had unstable chemicals that would, if nothing else, make her particularly light headed during the landing process if she chose to use them. Meanwhile, Cleo headed to the cockpit and hopped into his seat, slowing the starship down and bringing up the planetary piloting system on the display. Flying in an atmosphere was vastly different than flying in the void. You had to make adjustments for gravity, gases, and even wind temperature.  

The ship began to shake, but even then he checked the cam to make sure Leyla was still in the hanger bay. Satisfied she was, he looked back at the display and transitioned the ship to slowly and more gracefully descend until they were a thousand feet above Mos Elrey, floating onto the landing pad that had been assigned to them. Outside of the ship, the Zabrak cursed. He didn't know if it was fortunate he had let her keep her blasters, or if he should have killed her there to gain the favor of the local forces. 

But there were eight storm troopers moving in formation towards his ship, with an Imperial officer watching cooly imperious just at the exit. "Fuck," he said, and moved as fast as he could out of his chair toward the locked door to the central chamber. He tapped the steel with his blaster. "You, can you hear me? I'm going to come in now. But we need to help each other. Stormtroopers are wanting in, and I can't be caught with my cargo just as you can't be caught by the law. If you help me and we both survive, I'll give you a small cut of my earnings from my shipment. Deal?" 
[@Penny]