"I'm hearin' a lot of end goals. That's nice. Fine even. But we got too many irons in the fire 'ere." His Imperial accent comes seeping through again. This time, he doesn't surpress it . 'Maybe it'll give some credence and make them see sense.' "Drael an' I are currently flexible within reason. It's got t' be lucrative enough to keep us flying," he reaffirmed. Thinks about their piracy and the sentence that entailed he begrudgingly admitted, "Clearing our names... isn't something that may be possible." He looks sullenly toward Drael. Getting his composure back he continues, "Infiltrating a J-Base?" Looking between Nils, Ceph, and Sovia, "Ehhh, I'm assuming you're talking J-Droids. That's suicide. That's a hard no. Ain't getting involved with that shenanigan." The inside of head was screaming at him 'You just told a fucking Sith no? Have you just gone gorram loony?' It didn't matter; he'd die on his own terms even it was at the Dark Lady's hand, so he continued with some of the strongest words he'd said in the past ten years, "Stopping murderers may be good and all, and I'm for it... to a point, but again doesn't fill the tank unless you know of a... boun-ty..." his rant broke mid stride as he was about to address the Lady Jedi's youngling complications, but then the thought struck him. He paused thinking about the connections. This was almost as intricate as some of the assignments for the Imperial Navy and he was connecting dots, "WAIT," he was excited, and angry that he'd almost forgot. What was the name of that ship those two were talking about... " The Covenant ," he said with authority. He holds up his hands to pause the response from everyone he just blew off, "Let me explain. While everyone else was off gallivanting across the city I just so happened to stop by a nice little cafe." His confidence returns, "I overheard a Cerean and a human talking about a great victory and the J-Droid attack distracting from their message. Now, they sounded like they were on a ship called The Covenant . If these guys were the Gray Dawn terrorists from Endor Station which is literally... a... jump... away." Vin spread his hands to demonstrate the distance for emphasis, and then pointed out, "We chose this little backwater to lay low, right? Whose to say they di'n't do the same? Nils might be able to do his computer magic and get us some information about the ship moorings and we can get a nice bit of intel out of the deal." With a smile, he asks, "Thoughts?"