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Though she does not believe or trust his words for even the briefest of moments, she does find herself considering his offer. Again, the two evils perched upon her shoulders recite annoyingly the pros and cons of accepting and denying the foolish leader.

"What the hell .. I have nothing better to do for the next week or two anyways. Why not." She states as she tosses her hands up into the air and paces towards the tunnel entrance; but going just a few feet away.

"However. Should I decide to leave you will not have me hunted nor will you prevent me from leaving. I swear if you so much as consider any such action, I will take you down with me." Her voice turns as cold as ice and the look in her eyes becomes one of promised revenge.

"I still think you need to leave Corellia alone and pull your crew out now. Besides, its not like you can't get this information at a later date. It's not going anywhere...unless you're planning to raid."

"Should you decide to leave, I will see to it personally no one places a bounty on your head. My base of operations is on the planet Liinade III, if you ever see to it that you need me. Now, as for your place in the empire, which branch would you be interested in..? There is the Centraility, Farfalen, and the Black Tion Cluster.", he continued to brief her on what each branch dealt with, and spoken of a few of the planets under BDE occupation, "Also, before you give me your answer, let me ask you, how is it that your body signiture is very...how do you say...mixed. What is it about you, that you have hidden from me?"

Syren listens to the Falleen's words, eyeing him carefully and closely, searching for a deception.

'Of course, they just might have the resources I need in my own personal hunt.', she thinks to herself.

Eventually, Syren nods to the Falleen, accepting his initial offer of simply giving his band of cretins a shot.

"I accept. Though, I do suggest we leave now, Captain. You and your band of incompetant fools can return to Corellia later."

Does she have her own plans for Corellia? Maybe. Then again, she could just possibly trying to buy a little extra time so that any information she may be able to get her hands on in her own personal vendetta isn't destroyed before she is able to attain it.

She passed right by the question, and aknoledged that. He knew there was more to this "Syren" than meets the eye. The Corellian diplomacy can be post poned to a later date. The falleen captain took one last look at his men, and called for sergeant Hasley. Rushing up to him instantly, he answered the captains orders and sent relayed their current coordinates to a nearby dropship.

"Our ride will be here momentarly. From there, you can either stay abroad the 'Embassador' dragonclaw and view the occupying of Embaril, or meet our generals."

He escorted her back to the service tunnel until their transportation arrived. When the time came, her decision was forth set.

"I have my own ship, Captain. Unless it will fit into one of your hangar bays, I'll fly wing."

Yes, she did avoid answering his question. There's no sense in revealing anything more than must be revealed at this juncture. Though, she does have to give him kudos for picking up that she isn't a typical human female. There is much more behind the dark, mysterious eyes his own gaze failed to waver from during their exchange.

"I'd like to meet with your Generals, Captain. There's a few questions I have that I suspect only they can answer."

"You be wary though, that our generals are all seeing, and will pull secrets out of the deepest hole; even if it lay bottomless."

Back at the service tunnel, the workers had been gathering up all the equipment and data, for the time being. Dropships were on their way to pick them up now.

"Your ship, depending on its size, should easily fit into one of our frigate hangers. We have one dragonclaw class destroyer and one Tion class destroyer awaiting us just outside this planet's atmosphere. Choose whichever one you like, both are going back to the Tion Cluster."

"Fine. I'll meet up with the Dragonclaw Class. You will inform them to not open fire on me, right?"

A smirked smile is passed along to the Captain and Syren strolls from the tunnel and eventually reaches her ship. Many thoughts race through her head as she powers up the Nyte Masque and readies for take off.

"You have my word as a Falleen, they will not open fire."

He watched the starfighter boom into the sky, and roar into the Corellian atmosphere. He had high hopes for this mysterius human, and made sure her passage was a safe one.