Chigoilara

The Orlats looked confused, and the same went for the audience and Carlos. Information was a valuable currency, often being far more helpful than actual money, but no one could understand what the pilot could do with what he had just asked.

Still, the two Orlats didn't care about the pilot's intentions. No one did. Even Carlos tried to keep his mind away from those topics. After all, everyone had something to hide in those environments, and Blue's attire was enough to put him in that group.

"So," Navin muttered. "If we talk about our home planet, our debt is cleared?"

"Not so fast," The hooded figure chuckled. "I'm the one who decides when what you share is enough."

"Information is expensive," Shirin scoffed, feigning some non-existent loyalty. "It's about our species, so we set the price."