“Plehsiss wasn’t always this peaceful. For a while, the Republic made a concerted effort to establish their dominance over this place. They ultimately pulled back because it wasn’t cost effective to throw soldiers at the problem anymore, but if the situation becomes a threat to the refueling station, things will change.” He rubbed his temples.
Dryath nodded and brought his cup up under his hood. Genthry assumed he was drinking from it.
“I assume you’re here to hide out for a few days?” Sarise waved her antennae at them.
“If that’s still okay.” Genthry kept his smile bright and didn’t look away.
“Of course. It’s yours. Jormoly is off on a supply run but he’ll be back in a week. There’s plenty of food and drink up there.”