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	"Alright, that wasn't so bad. You really could have woke me earlier though, Eira," Dremmick said as they made their way to the atmosphere. He trusted Eira's piloting capabilities, bu the way she maneuvered the craft as an extension of her own body made some of the ships movements look more like daredevil stunts than actual flying. She would take maneuvers that other pilots wouldn't risk, even making Dremmick fearful of her when she flew despite nothing bad ever coming from it.

	"I really wouldn't have crashed us though, you know that," she started defiantly with her arms crossed, "It's not my fault they weren't paying attention to know we were all safe."

	"It's not that they think they weren't safe, its getting shot out of the sky for popping up out of nowhere I would like to avoid," Dremmick lightly reprimanded. It was soon after  than another craft pulled up over theirs to look into their cabin. He returned the salute with a lazy and somewhat playful one, "Roger that, we'll follow."

	"OH! Look at that ship Drem! Can I race them to the port?" Eira chirped in.

	"Wha-n-no you can't [i]race[/i] them to port! I don't think they are in the mood for games," Dremmick snapped at her, taking control of the ship from her in the process in case the temptation became to great.

	"Fiiiiiine, ... such a killjoy...," Eira complained as she looked around at their escort. She had to get out of her seat a bit and look out the cockpit since Dremmick took the control from her. Partially leaning over Dremmick she pointed to some of the ships. "Hey, look at all the neat art on their ships! We should do that for the Nexu!" she said, nearly hopping with anticipation to try it out.

	They continued to fly with the escort with Eira talking about ideas for a paintjob on the Nexu, unaware that the whole time she had forgotten to cut off their communications form nearby ships. The escort was able to hear the ramblings of the girl as Dremmick tried to be patient with her, then seeing that the comms line was still on and scrambling to shut it off. When they arrived to port, they followed any directions given to where they should land and f they needed to exit the ship while they waited for the jedi. Dremmick was a bit unsure what to think about meeting actual Jedi after posing as one for a while. He wondered what they would actually be like, though at the same time he wanted to avoid them whenever he could. He needed to information from the republic first and foremost to find more artifacts, but he didn't mind helping them if need be, as long as they weren't corrupt themselves. Power always seems to have a way to do that, no mater how noble the cause.