The Kaihpent Run
The cantina was loud, smoky, and blissfully anonymous - exactly the kind of place Cap’in preferred when talking numbers. She and Brains sat in a shadowed booth, datapads glowing faintly between them. Columns of credits, supply costs, repair estimates, and crew expenses scrolled past as they talked in low voices. “For once,” Cap’in muttered, tapping the screen, “we’re not one bad hyperjump away from bankruptcy.” Brains gave a small nod. “The ledger is… stable. Sustainable, even. Recent contracts were low yield, but statistically safer.” Cap’in leaned back. “Safe’s not a bad word these days.” Brains hesitated. “There is still the matter of Winnwakka’s position in the roster.” Cap’in’s expression tightened for just a moment. “You don’t replace a Wookie like you replace a burnt power cell.” “No,” Brains agreed quietly. “You don’t.” She changed the subject. “Choppa still stuck in medbay?” “Two more cycles before discharge,” Brains replied. “He’s already argued with the medical droid three t...