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“Well, it’s not home, but it’ll work for now I suppose until the good Captain makes a better decision…” He smirked, fairly confident that behind the hard durasteel and plastoid reinforced helmet, the soldier sitting across from him shared the sentiment. “And who knows, we may both get what we want after all is said and done.”

After a quick survey of the soldier’s armor, he surmised that the individual may be of Mandalorian heritage, as the design shared a lot of similarities. Of course, he could be just about anyone and have very well stolen and/or modified it to his liking. Stranger things have occurred in the Agent’s experience. A series of beeps sounded on his datapad, indicating a message from the probe droid that was currently scanning around the large crate guarded by the armored man. Gavon rubbed his chin, appearing to be thinking about something for a moment, before he returned his attention to the soldier across from him. 

“Well, the good news is that there doesn’t appear to be anything immediately dangerous about your parcel. The bad news, however, my sensors can’t penetrate whatever is actually housed inside, so it pretty much brings me back to square one…”

Sol'id glanced at Gavon's way, his helmet moving by the slightest bit as the agent finished speaking. There was no doubt in Sol'id's mind that he would accomplish his mission. He merely didn't know if he would need to kill more people to do it. But in the end, he always got the job done. It was why wealthy people and high ranking officials hired him, after all. He decided he would humor this man and speak. He seemed like a talker, or someone who wanted to get information out of the Mandalorian. Either way, he decided he'd give in for the moment.

"And what is it that you want?" he asked. 

"It's not so much what I 'want', but moreso what's best for everyone, and that is the safety of this vessel and it's crew." The Agent responded in a matter-of-fact tone, understanding that this particular soldier didn't care much for pleasantries. "We're all here for our own reasons, no doubt, and even though my stay was not intended to be long-term, it appears things have changed, all things considered." 

Gavon lean against one of the bulkheads, and crossed his arms. "So, the question still remains. Do you even know whats in that box you're sitting on?"

"No." Sol'id said simply. He let his word hang in the air for a few moments. "Nor do I care. As long as I am paid for its transportation." The mercenary leaned forward, setting his rifle down and rested his forearms on his legs. "If it was a bomb meant to harm us, it would have gone off by now, as I had said. Knowing the Maanan, it's probably some new machine used to help their biosphere or clean the oceans they dwell in. And knowing the Maanan, it will probably be futile in the end."

The Agent thought for a moment. "Fair enough. Let's hope for your sake that the credits are worth it" He said, nodding his head in the soldier's direction, and staring back down the low lit corridor where Captain Jacques was previously seen. "It would be nice, however, to know where this ship is going..."
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