Really there aren't that many reasons to go to Kessel that aren't terrible ones-- probably none at all that aren't criminal in some respect. People make assumptions, sometimes-- though the truth is most barely bother. The record, still, is that impressive.

"So, one syndicate stealing from another-- probably no one'd care, except for the whole slave revolt thing. Which means when we left-- the one safe route had an Imperial blockade waiting for us."

The thought is still kind of chilling-- the Star Destroyer looming in the distance. Maybe they knew, even then, where the fuel would end up. Maybe it wasn't the syndicates or the slaves; maybe it was Enfys Nest, making her way toward the refinery, the Rebellion kindled already in her heart.

"So we had to find another way."