I don’t know how much time had passed, or how I ended up in the brig of whatever ship this was, but all I knew was that my back ached, my head throbbed and my breathing was labored. All I could remember was the helmet of a Mandalorian warrior and the hiss of his voice in my face and the sharp jab of the point of his gun in my back. I wasn’t alone in the bar he found me in either; I was with the new Sorrusian that tried to jack a couple of credits from me. Remembering the chase with a wry grin, I spun around and made my way out of Naelah’s preferred bar. “I’m just worried about her.”