Nuro looked down at his hands. "I don't know. We're working on something big right now and everyone is busy. Well, except for me and a few of the others that my Master used to hold in high regard." He pulled his lekku closer around himself, then shook his head, lip curling in disgust. "I would like to get away. It's been a long time since I had a proper vacation."

He beckoned the serving droid back and said sharply in his Imperial-accented Basic, "Corellian rum."

"Yes, my lord, right away." The protocol droid hurried back to the bar.

Nuro pulled out a credit chip and tapped it against the table. Under the table, though, he tapped his foot against hers. I know a smuggler that can get me as far as Coruscant, provided I keep a low profile. I want away for a bit, things have been...too strange. And I want to see my niece.