The five ships soon land in their respective hangars at the base, however, as they all begin to disembark, they find themselves faced with a crew of about six people, lead by a
Mirialan wielding twin blaster pistols. "Y'all have ten seconds to tell us who you are befo-Jerus? Who the hell are these people with ya?" I turn slowly towards my son, who's suddenly trying to find a reason to head back to his ship.
"I think you should tell me why a smuggler crew is using my base." The Mirialan suddenly lowers his weapons.
"Oh, you're his dad?! Stand down guys, they're supposed to be here."
Mentally cursing myself for never remembering to tell my dad about Tren and his crew, I step up. "They're some friends who, in exchange for keeping the base's facilities up to date and taking care of the place, were using this place to hide out until the Hutts settled down." My father raises his eyebrows.
"And how long ago was that." I open my mouth, but Tren speaks up first.
"About five years ago. We might have made 'em madder than we thought." Sighing, I nod.
"That's about right, but they've done well and the caretaker droids even report that the base is still at peak proficiency."
"Very well. I'm going to go contact Lord Organa, ask if he can spare the time to come get an explanation for our sudden return." I glance at Jerus. "You handle the, uh, situation." And with that, I vanish out of the hangar, the Mirialan and his crew, sensing the mood, following shortly after.
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