Confusion was the heart of Amser’s being. An irrational sort of anger that purged inside of them the moment they felt they might be getting closer to some sort of clarity. A why to all of this madness. Yet here they were, placed upon a seemingly clean slate with no familiar faces and the energy it just felt ... wrong.

“Look, this is just business to me.” Amsden gave a wave of his hand, “My allegiance is neither with the republic or the separatists, but I am a man of opportunity. I hear word that there’s a bounty on your head and you offer me credits to figure out who put it out..” It seems simple enough, but he’s sure he doesn’t appear to be the most trust worthy guy.