[ That the Republic's arm handed extended as far as the ship's current location - or that the ship wasn't even affiliated with a Republic planet - wasn't an issue. The Outer Rim had a tenuous enough relationship with the Core worlds as it was that the offer of credits could only have been a half-hearted offer - but at least it confirmed that much. In his pilot's seat Quinlan set his jaw and gripped the controls resolutely; it was better this way, anyway. Less Republic influence meant more freedom to work in his own particular way, and he knew how to operate in the darker regions of space. This was nothing new, no matter how far away from his own galaxy he was.
So, no Republic and no credits. No fuel, either. No psychometric imprints and no flight manual. But there was still the Force.
From his seat he lifts his chin and stares back out of the pilot's hatch, seemingly unfazed by the revelations. ]
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So, no Republic and no credits. No fuel, either. No psychometric imprints and no flight manual. But there was still the Force.
From his seat he lifts his chin and stares back out of the pilot's hatch, seemingly unfazed by the revelations. ]
You in charge of these ships?