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Karliri gave the Jedi Master a mock-salute and skipped off after the others. Her question had been more rhetorical anyway, and if he didn't answer it, she could interpret it as she saw fit. As she caught up with Crys, she grinned up at him. "I think they like to be mysterious on purpose."
"Illegal by which standards? Galactic core or local?" Because there could be a significant difference, sometimes. Not that it mattered all that much. So, sure, she'd try it the legal way first. But if and when that turned out to be cost-prohibitive or impossible, she wasn't going to worry about it too much.
Karliri shrugged mentally at the Jedi's irritation. She didn't really care one way or the other about the mysterious Jedi Order. She was in it for the profit, both monetary and influential. Period. Though from what she'd heard about the Sith, they could be bad for business. And she really didn't care if the Jedi Master was annoyed at her or not. He might not like her, but he needed someone like her, or she wouldn't have been here in the first place. Besides. She liked it when people underestimated her. Mentally, she was compiling a list of things to research about this moon. Who was in charge, what the general political and economic climate was like, the opinion of off-worlders and any off-worlders with influence there... and whatever else she could dig up. If she could do what needed to be done through legitimate means, fine. But there was also bribery, intimidation, data theft, and good old fashioned blackmail. That could be fun too.
"I'm Karliri," she said, in response to the duro's question. She still had her nose pressed up against the window, trying to see what was so interesting. She looked rather like a child when she did that. When her communicator chirped, she made a face. "Wonder what the stuffy old coot wants." Then she shrugged. "At least it's something to do." She considered the small map on the display, then the others. "Race ya!" She took off.
Karliri was tired of the glasses. So, when she noted a group clustering near the window, she hopped down and invited herself over, peering out into space to see what they were looking at. "...All I see is stars and more stars."
Karliri was bored. There was nothing happening here. Sure, there was business to be done on the station, but everyone was so serious here. Work, work, work, and no time to have fun. She blamed the Jedi. Well, they could do what they liked, and she could do what she liked. That was why she was currently sitting on a table in an out of the way corner, building a tower of glasses from the bar. She'd done this enough times now that the bartender elected to just ignore her; protests only encouraged her. At least the view was nice. |