"Once we make it to where we're going, I'll give you the full info. But as it stands, it's a big one." He said vaguely, taking a moment to consider what he should really tell her. So far their partnership had been from happenstance and then convenience, and he was still iffy with traveling with someone, even if he deemed her reliable. Maybe it wouldn't be a poor decision to have a limited partnership, and she was admittedly competent at what she did. "There's a small-time, large world named Catarxes in the Sigma Draconis system. We need to get a man named Decartes Maggred. Alive is not preferred. It's a head hunt." 

Those were the honest, basic facts. If Jocasta knew the world or even the system, she could guess the gist of it. The Terran "Empire" if one could call the loose collection of human controlled worlds, was spread the farthest it had ever been, which in the grand scheme of things, wasn't very far. The furthest inhabited outpost was thirty light years from earth, and Sigma Draconis was known as a 'frontier' system, around nineteen light years away. Out there, one could get away with most anything, and it was where a lot of people went to get lost. The planetary rulers tended to be oligarchs and petty kings or suzerins, lording it over varying dukes and provincial barons of what habitable planets there were in a techno-fuedal, decentralized monarchy. 

"We'll need to play it smart. There are a lot of guns on that world, and little love for hunters." He said.

What he didn't tell her was Decartes Maggred was the wildcard son of a powerful baron, and a contract had gone out for his head because of a scandal Medartes (the father) was apart of that led to the death of a prominent tradesman's son. An eye for an eye, it seemed. Not that Decartes was an innocent by any stretch of the imagination. His itinerary had shown he had done things for free that Dirk would need to be paid handsomely to even consider. That was what he kept out until they got to whatever hotel Jocasta found fitting. What he wasn't going to tell her was he didn't get the information from the source. He had taken care of a loose end and killed Manikard, someone he used to consider an old friend before he betrayed him and led him to the bounty with little information and a competitor there to hinder him. The fact it was Jocasta who was now helping him wasn't the issue. Manikard had sworn he would get Dirk a good one with no complications, and Dirk had found he had been working with the men after him. But now only Jocasta and he had this contract, and no one else in the galaxy did except the patron and Volkavax technically. And if they pulled this off, they would be privvy to more bounties from higher bidders. Maybe teaming up with Jocasta wasn't such a bad idea, after all. 

On the display, the moon 'Balyan' was growing more visible. Sub-light engines had grown quite sophisticated, but the Dragonfly still moved quick for even a regular starship. Once they twisted around the moon, the gravity helped slingshot the engines, and it was thanks to the light and sparse, but spacious design of the craft that helped them move. It had only been a couple of hours.

"Sweet ride," He complimented idly, clearly speaking to Jocasta, but it drew the attention of the AI who's name he hadn't bothered to catch. She popped back up on as a hologram, wearing Jocasta's kit, blurring for a second as the design was muddled, switching from Dirk's sexualized version again for a short moment before solidifying in Jocasta's attire, albeit with an exposed midriff and no pants.

"Thanks, sailor." She crooned, but when she noticed he wasn't even looking her way, she gave a groan of annoyance. Jocasta rolled her eyes and redirected her back to her regular activities so they could prep for a landing.