" The fluid blue stripes that wrapped around Valekren's ship, the Veekrow, made a division as the vessel left hyperspace. Only for Callace and Sera to witness the scaling planet only known as Coruscant. The ship drew itself closer to the orbit of the planet as they passed by Imperial Cruisers and Tie Fighters with no controversy. Just as this was happening, Sera panicked and ran for her firearm but was stopped by her leader.

"If they aren't attacking us, we are fine. Understand?" Callace held her arm as she listened. She nodded but looked perplexed.
"That doesn't make any sense though, do you...know The Empire?" She interrogated.

Callace groaned, not thinking about how he would have to explain himself with how he is or was correlated with The Empire and their demands. He replied back with confidence giving Sera only a look that says "Trust me or I'll kill you." kind of look.

"Just trust me on this, alright? I have enough on my back with all the suspense of them ACTUALLY shooting us because I have a Mandalorian on board." He made a frowning look to Sera.

Sera just went silent. The whole ship was silent. Even the outside was silent when Tie Fighters would screech by in full throttle showing off their engines. They entered into the atmosphere now, and Callace moves his ship into one of the requested docking bays from the Empire. Sera forgot the whole predicament with Callace' trust and walked over to Valekren and layed her hands on his chair. Watching the sparkling lights, long columns of neon, and swift and rapid traveling of the speeders. She was in awe of such a civilization.

Valekren turns to her in a strict manner and speaks.

"Don't do any of the major talking...that's my job, you're just here to watch my back and keep an eye out. Understand?"
"Sure..sure..." Sera was still in awe of the things around her.
"Are you even listening? Hello? Hello?" Callace snapped his fingers, getting Sera's attention.
"Huh? Oh yeah! Sure thing. But can we look around just for a little bit?"
He sighs. "If, we have time after we finish this mission. Just follow my lead and you'll survive what's ahead."

They both take their gear and leave the vessel and are greeted by a docking bay manager. The manager, in his cranky manner, requests names and information of the two. They both cooperate and leave the bay. Whilst Callace attempts to determine where he should go for the information he needs, Sera happily inspects most of the items she finds for sale in the bazaars, most of the time Valekren has to keep Sera in check to make sure nothing was stolen from her in such locations.

Callace marches into one of the cantinas after-wards and stops when he enters and gets him and his companion searched. After he and Sera are searched by one of the bouncers, Callace gestures Sera to the bartender for small talk and some drinks and sees a peculiar Rodian and makes his way to him in a smooth fashion where he wouldn't be noticed.

"Gerlan?" Callace tests when he steps in his targets view.

The purple Rodian turns himself and widens his buggish amber eyes. The character wore a dirty brown and orange striped jacket, and his pants and shoes were of a peasants attire from there, and he showed to have humorously gained some weight. He seemed to have smiled which was good enough for Callace to know that he could recognize him through the new armor by voice and attitude.

"WOW! Is it really you sir? I haven't seen you in ages! Please, come sit with me! We have a lot to talk about!" Gerlan yelled in an energetic fashion and contained a pirate like accent. Callace relaxes himself across from Gerlan in a seat, separated by a messy table.

Callace inquired. Gerlan's face was coated in joy and excitement like he was going to explode with comments and questions.

"Well before you go off like an Acklay, let me just apologize for how I couldn't save you months ago from that raid Vader did on our ship. I didn't have many options. But I want to ask this because I know they captured you. Did you reveal anything about my business or resume?" Callace was in a quiet but demanding tone. He was in fear of The Empire knowing any secrets that he held.

"My my my, no! Of course not sir! But all they did in terms of 'capture' was throw me in a cell for a few days and send me here. They pretty much figured I would never meet you again, but here we are! He he!"

After his answer, Gerlan made an inquiry of his own.

"Now I have a question to ask you. Where in the hell have you been? No contact was heard or seen in months and I only assumed you were dead after awhile. I also noticed your dashing armor! Very neat!" Gerlan gave a thumbs up in approval and snuck a drink from a patron and took some sips, claiming the drink for his own.

"Ah yes, I suppose I should tell you how I got here..." Callace conveyed.

Time went by, Gerlan and Callace became partners once again. They both had a blast together, sneaking drinks from patrons, laughing, talking, dancing, all the sorts two life long friends would do in a time when nothing was to lose. Not for Valekren though, he had a mission to get back to and he had to check on Sera to make sure she wasn't in any trouble. Callace leads Gerlan to the barstools and finds Sera a few meters away sipping a shot of Corellian Ale, she looked to be in a good mood. Gerlan notices Sera and sneaks over to her. Callace hadn't noticed since he was ordering more drinks for himself and his new-found pilot and began conversation.

"Heeeey sugar..." Gerlan breathed on Sera's neck.
"What the-!" Sera pivoted quickly, glaring at the drunken rodian.
"What do you want Rodian...?" Sera clenched her gloved fists as she was ready to clock the alien straight in the chin, wherever that was.
"I wuz told by yer....ahem...boyfriend that yoooou" Gerlan pointed at Sera and stumbled humorously. "were a mahhndoloriahn!"
"That's none of your concern, now bugger off before I show you your way home with the medical faculties!"
"Oooooh! You wooourk wittth the medeeecal fax? A maahhhnduloriaahn mehdeec? Thhhaats a first!" Gerlan chuckles aloud and stumbles back into a table.

Callace marches over when he hears the loud clanging of drinks and people frightened over in Sera's direction, fearing Sera caught attention.

"Sera! Wha-" Callace halts his upcoming question with a smile and a laugh and takes Gerlan and adjusts him from his fall.
"You drunken bastard, did you try hitting on my companion?" Callace asks in a playful manner to Gerlan.
"Compahnion?" Gerlan coughs. "I thought sheee waz yer bloooody gurlfriend!" They both laugh in unison.

Sera intruded. "You both know eachother? That explains a lot..."
"Don't get it twisted Sera, I've known this alien since I was a child. I'll explain more soon."
"In the meantime, let's just get a room, it's getting way to crowded in here as it is." Sera suggested.
"Alright. Let's go." Callace agreed.

They all take their possessions and head through the entrance of the cantina which was getting more populated by the minute. Then the trio venture into a worn down hotel riddled with mystery, but attention, and Callace orders a room for the night."