All but flinging herself down with an air lacking any ceremony, Nalan smiled, fingers coiled around the ends of either of the control chair's arms. She looked quite like a queen on her throne, content and confident in the realm of her quaint, eclectic domain. Cerulean hues held the feline man before her in a careful regard; curious as they tried to read the impassive lines of his face for a reaction or decision he'd assumed.

They'd just finished a tour of her vessel you see; from the fat underbelly of her cargo hold, to the engine room, to the crew's quarter rooms that paralleled one another. Well, one of them was toured anyway, and it was not the one that served as her private bunkard. Perhaps he could ignore the slightly territorial manner in which she'd passed over the room' Either way, the second room might prove as the more interesting anyway; it was the room she'd converted into a holding cell and interrogation tank. Irons and innate plasma bonds served as anchors for 'unwilling' passengers or bounties. A few sparse pieces of equipment included nondescript little drawer units that contained various....tools and medical pieces. The arms she'd mentioned had two locations, one being a small lock box in the cockpit and another larger on in the lounge, centerpieced like a big decoration for all it's deadly, glass cased interior pieces of weaponry. The most impressive of it all, no doubt, was the personal craft work she'd done to the ship as a whole to enhance it's already heavily influenced specs; speed, stealth, and quick-cut handling even at the most wicked of speeds.

"So....Matha'. Thoughts" Questions" Concerns?" She drawled quietly.

"Mathayus?" The feline corrected her quietly before continuing.

?"and not bad. It'll do." There came a light nod of his head about them, a twitch of his tail and then a sway behind him. Mathayus removed a small communication device and tapping in a few before tucking it away in his leather jacket.

"Containers on the way. Be here within twenty minutes or less. You are ready to part the port, once the shipment is loaded" Or do you need a bit to get ready as yet?" Eyes glanced about them slowly, returning to her with a tilt of his head to the side. Twitch of an ear.

"My pampy and I are always at the ready, Matha'." Still she refused to use his full name; the twitch of her lips was just barely visible, but it was all that matter would garner admittance to.

Not missing a beat, the Twi'lek turned for a moment, giving Mathayus the back of her chair as deft blue fingers flicked with a maestro's excellence across the lighted keys, bringing up and flashing out various screens pertaining to the speedy little freighter's current status and condition. Tip top, all systems go, a small, proud smile flashed across Nalan's face.

"Please, sit.." She indicated absently to one of the three remaining, empty control chairs.

A perk of a brow, ear flick, boots stepped over to the indicated chair. Lowering into it slowly. "Ready your vessel to receive the containers. We'll leave once loaded and secured." Reaching into a jacket pocket and pulling a data crystal free, tossing it her direction.

"Catch....your route. We'll be heading through and outer system to avoid the main trade routes and possible pirate trouble. It's all there on that data crystal. Along with six codes we can use if patrols run across us and inquire to our purposes." As Mathayus spoke, Nalan mimicked the feline's expression inch for inch with her own brow.

The Twi'lek found herself trilling with amusement again, shaking her head as she caught the crystal with a flourished hand. Like a flash, she brought it to one of the many panels at her fingertips, inserting the geometric bit into the proper outlet. Her eyes flicked across the screen with a too-fast manner, making her seem dizzy instead of astute.

"Mm..." Quite simply, she was speed reading; the screen was almost a strobe as she dropped and drug her way through the information.

"I do enjoy a faction that is so well prepared and assembled....the Dinek chose wisely in you, Matha'." A small compliment; hey, you're not a complete idiot, I like that. Somewhere between scanning the crystal's information and speaking to her unlikely companion, the rutian female had dropped and readied her cargo's back hatch, a small screen in the corner monitoring any comings and goings.

"He helped a dear friend of mine. I'm helping him in return. The Syndicate isn't so bad" fierce, yes, but their cause is well needed. Sometimes you have to be the brute to get the job done and done right. Galaxy is a harsh place. It needs some tough love." A glance over the small screen, a small loading skiff is moving in slowly with droids onboard. They move to load the twenty containers they've brought. His eyes turn back at her after a moment's watch.

"However, not everything needs to be done with a large military force....or frigates and destroyers. Hence, you've a job currently with the Syndicate." He added.

"So....I have been invited to join this big enki, hm?" Back snuck that just-a-touch-ly arrogant lilt of her lips. Flicking her gaze to the screen in question that held the status of the loader's progress, she moved, closing the hatch and giving her ship one last quick status look. A wizard with her mechanics, the twi'lek was soon chuckling and cracking her knuckles; at the ready.

"All right then....time to jettison to the kairn, mm?" The route marked and mapped on the crystal was at the ready as the engines began warming, their hum quiet but powerful.

A glance to the small screen and the hatch closing before nodding back to her as she started up the engines. "Invited" Not yet. Consider this your ....'interview' of sorts. You do well and sell yourself and you might be asked to stick around for further work. Let's be off, Blue." Nodding to her as he shifted back into the chair. his tail snaked out at his left. Ears flicked about as clawed fingertips tapped at his thigh quietly.

"Let's see how you navigate the traffic out of the system first. You have a twenty-five minute window. A diversion will gather attention and leave departing transports from the port here planet side" to move freely without eyes on them." Just as Mathayus would finished the word 'them', the feline would feel a sudden, soft jolt from his navel onwards. The ship had launched without so much as a flicker of warning.

A few things happened in quick succession; the first being the ship's launch, the second then was a rippling, humming status overtaking the speedy ship. It'd phased to a cloaked state, leaving it invisible not only to the naked eye and ship's scanning waves, but to most radar. There was a gauge in another corner of her operations that quavered at an even stream, showing the cloak's status. The third thing that happened was that her fingers now commanded a pair of dual handles as well as the control's keys.

"....Twenty is all this one would need, Matha', the location isn't as far as I anticipated. Pampy can make the distance easily, the stealth will only slow her a fraction." The Twi'lek was all work an no play for a few moments as she settled herself into a master-of-their-craft-status.

Mathayus" glance about was slow and quiet, as the ship moved. Eyes as well as ears turned back at her in her chair by the controls then.

"Good to hear. Once you leave the system, watch for a pair of asteroid belts. Stick close...but not too close. We don't want a bump from any of them now do we?" A shift back in the chair, his tail sliding out again at the side in a flicker in the air with a mind of it's own.

"I see them ahead..." Ahead meaning, the upcoming stretch; her radar reached a great deal further than most, though it hadn't without a week's worth of mind strangling custom work full of countless trials and errors.

Sparing a hand from her quick work, Nalan reached up to flick down the glossy, eye encompassing sheen of her goggles; they too were clever pieces of work. They linked to her ship through a series of carefully crafted receptors along the outer ridges of the thick frames. If one thought the twi'lek's eyes were large and shining before, they were downright boogly now, blinking a moment as they adjusted to the switch. Hurtling towards the parallel fields of rocky bits and pieces, Nalan gave a contemplative trill low and warbling in the back of her throat.

"Nice neighborhood....Was this intentional or coincidental for me and my pampy's trial?" She murmured over the edge of her shoulder, eyes trained through those thick goggles as she began an intricate weave through the treacherous fields.

"Life is a test, the sooner people realize that the sooner they can move on in life more easily. Not everyone is perfect. The Syndicate isn't looking for perfect people. They recognize that imperfections make people unique and also give them skills other may not hold." A flick of his tail out to the side as he shifted in the chair, eyes glanced over the various read outs, consoles, and such in the cockpit. Her vessel's long range scanners may start to detect something far out, but closing quick.

"Ah, ah, aah, wrong. Life is not a test, but a quest." She countered with a soft laugh.

Like a maestro at work with his orchestra, Nalan's hands held the same ethereal fluidness to them with her ship's seemingly endless controls. Hearing the alert beneath her flight companion's words, the Twi'lek canted her head, ticking up a brow behind those thick goggles, boogly eyes narrowing in a rather animated manner due to the distortion of her headgear.

"Frotz....As if on cue, Matha'. What in the Sith is that?" Her attention diverted a portion of itself to the quick closing figure on her monitors, lips twisted and lush from chewing quietly on themselves.

As the 'dot' would grow closer, suddenly it turned into three dots, as if they'd been flying in close quarters prevsiously to hide their numbers. a communication was sent...

"This is the System Authority Patrol. Slow your vessel and move clear of the asteroid belt's proximity. Prepare for a 'routine' boarding and inspection." The voice perked at Mathayus' feline ears, making him sit up a bit in his chair in her cockpit.

"That is....not the System Authority. They don't patrol in three's." Rumbled Nalan's companion.

A flick of his tail behind him. Unzipping his leather jacket as he walked through the spaceport. Ears twitched in movement left, right and about as he picked up various conversations of those he passed. The Twi'lek had proven herself handy as a pilot and well with handling her ship in a quick getaway. He'd made his report up the chain and now held new plans laid out for the next order of business. Nothing that needed to be rushed currently, so he'd take his time to trek back to the docking bay where Nalan would be no doubt with her ship. Or nearby in a bar playing a card game.

In Rhydin's city over the mountains some gave a glance at the DL-44 heavy blaster pistol upon the leather holster at his thigh. Here in the Star's End Spaceport however, seeing blaster pistols was a common thing apposed to that of people walking around with swords or axes at their backs. The tall Tygirian Tigris had found a path with The Syndicate and the money wasn't bad either. Everyone needed a place to belong, a place to do some good, as his friend Amadeus Qudamah had told him on several occasions. He'd been long ago given the offer from The Lysandros Syndicate's head and given the good he'd been allowed to do already in the past year...well...why give pause to a good thing? He may not agree with all the tactics and plans of the syndicate but those like him doing the better deed was all that mattered to him. The greater good, as they called it. Lives had been saved due to his actions and others with similar tasks as he held. Perhaps one day he'd Captain one of the strike cruisers of the Syndicate, but for now he was content in his current duties. Having the Twi'lek, Nalan, pilot him around the stars and back again was fine and well for him. Gave him plenty of time to consider and plan out their tasks, along with him actually having time to get some sleep while they were in flight among the systems. Leaving the piloting, navigating and ship repairs to her while he handled the meat and potatoes of the mission objectives, so to speak. The data crystal in his pocket held details and possible routes for their next objective, mission. An interesting cargo indeed they'd be picking up this time. Valuable beyond gems or gold.