"Don't trouble yourself." Trax said, the tone of his voice very plain. There was no anger at Niil's response.
"I'm moving to medbay anyway."
Trax stood up and headed for the door. Tapping the panel the door swooshed open but instead of leaving, the man turned around. There was no hint of any hostility in his voice or a look of malice on his face, in fact, possibly the opposite. There might have been a hint of sadness, or maybe disappointment.
"Let me tell you a little something about paths." he said sounding weary.
"The path I'm on had me risk my life to intervene when Whitehawk came looking to cash in on your head. The path I'm on had you risk my life needlessly, and without permission, so you could take a pot shot at the jedi on the prison ship. The path I'm on has cost me an arm, someone I care about, and almost cost me the life of the only other person I care about...just to do the right thing. So don't worry about the path I'm on, but you might want to walk softly on yours.
Because the one you're on means I won't be around when the next hunter shows up to collect on your head. And don't kid yourself, even before Horuz, the next one was on the way. And they make Whitehawk look about as dangerous as a new born nerf."
With that said Trax spun around and left the cargo hold, closing the door behind him.
