The hazy, battered Cabin of the Trader's Envy is bathed in a flickering dance of blinking lights. Much of the power to the vessel has been cut, leading to the darkened ambience and tense emotions that fill the room. A dull clang can be as the freighter is taken within the Commander of Coins.An eerie silence falls over the room, despite the multitudes of people assembled. Amongst the refuse, blood and food-paste that lines the bulkhead of the ship, Lando smiles - his trademark, confident grin. "Well, well, my Twi'Lek friend. It seems you were wrong, doesn't it? For all your false bravado and egotism, who ended up in quite the position, did you not? Inside my own ship, nonetheless. You know, I will still offer you the option of surrender. I'll be kind." Perhaps that will take the wind out