Jackel in the junk

[Vaelin]

Vaelin

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Vaelin's first response was was to reach a hand across to her and..... push the plate back toward her. His expression took on one of not being impressed and while what she said was pressing.
"Force it down if you have to, if you were one of my crew I'd have to locked in the brig with the food until you ate it and have it replaced if you decided to throw it away." Sighing he would then roll up his left sleeve, showing a data-pad holo-projector, after some finger work a map became active.
"I had thought that they had moved him from the station, i did infiltrate it but didn't find him - I went to search for others but the problem that was. That a full fledged Prison station never does like outsiders docking and their transports are always the same. Now all for naught." Vaelin lent back into the seat once more and this time when the music changed he preferred to leave it.
"There is much to speculate but if you can I would like a list of those that he had conflict with, be it small or large and the conversation logs if possible as well, especially those who he 'sticked' it to. Alongside any known enemies or places out of your reach to search."

He managed a weak momentary smile. "Would have been good, but the assumption was that he was with the police. Not the case it seems. As bad as it feels Mia you'll get through it, there was a time when those few who I had as family was scattered to the wind. We will find him if he is to be found or find closure, but in my experience in all this. the worst thing I did was give myself to grief and refuse to look after myself, almost got myself killed and nor did I ever preform at my best. The better you look after yourself the better you'll be able to operate. Eat even if you don't feel like it, because your body will need it. If you have any friends in the Order than reach out to them, but -only- if you have friends. The Order should have sleeper cells everywhere.