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Dax, at first, considered attempting to buy his way into safety on Dantooine. That was, until he heard the location of the next mission: Tatooine. He'd never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy than that, so he silently decides to tag along for at least one more ride. Besides...

"Always happy to oblige," Dax offers an equally snarky bark back to Chandra. The hope now was that Dantooine was a safe zone, at least for the time being. Deciding to take note of this, he followed Chandra and Laothrin to the mission desk.

((What can I say, except: :right: )) Dax sits still in the copilot seat, still riding the adrenaline of using that railgun. If he wasn't careful, he'd want more adventure, but he remembers his objective. Stick with these folks until they get to a safe planet and promptly go into hiding...

Dax had heard the plan after Chandra told him it, but he didn't heed it. Instead, he had been relaxing in the ship keeping guard. He had just wanted to get off this planet and lie low like he planned. Unfortunately, he and those on board were in for quite the treat; but they fortunately made it...

Dax finally wakes up from his long nap in the back. Realizing now that they arrived, he approaches the ship's common area. It soon dawns on him that they are deep in imperial territory on this planet. It seems Dax's plan to get to safety was put on hold for now. He knew at this point that he...

This was the reason Dax hated clone troopers. They were so...logical. In all honesty, the former clone commander had a point. His contention soundly defeated, Dax stands up, lets out a heavy sigh, and walks to the back of the ship. As much as Dax despised the Republic, he ironically assisted...

Dax saw no need to introduce himself to the others, he would be out of there once they reached safe airspace and an equally-safe planet. His demeanor changes, however, once Chandra details the plan. His face adopts a scowl, and he slowly stands up from where he previously sat to voice his...

Dax's mad excitement quickly wanes once he notices the retreat of the troopers. Relaxing his enthusiasm, he turns to the attention of the one called Jayla. She looked...familiar? Granted, Dax did not know the girl himself, but she and the crew she ran with were well-known among members of the...

Dax remains focused on his drink when the alert actions of the Sylvari Jedi catches his attention. It seemed that more individuals aboard the ship were growing uneasy by the second. Undeterred, Dax places his left hand on his holster, shuffling discreetly to the back of the ship. Whatever it...

Dax stops grinning, and stands still for a moment, his right hand scratching his chin pondering over a valid response. Uncertain if this would satisfy, he answers with a slight hint of insecurity in his voice. "Didnt have a choice, really. I wouldn't say I'm helping the Jedi; but merely seizing...

"Heh, damn right I have," Dax replies. He finally turns his head to get a better glimpse of Alor. Noticing that he was a clone trooper, a commander no less, he rises with mug in hand looking Alor in the eyes. "In fact, I fought for the Trade Federation!" Dax grins. Through the hood, the grin...

"I never fought for the Republic," he smirks at Alor's words. "But I'll give you one thing: this ain't the same republic-er, 'governing body' that we knew before." He continues drinking out of his mug.

Near the front of the entering group is Dax Rydel, sipping a mug of an unknown drink. Cold and tired, he finds a random box near the entrance of the transport unit and sits idly. His hood and cape stop moving with the gusts from the exhausts. "...and here I thought getting outta here was gonna...