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ONLY ONE member of the crew did not raise their hand to vote on going to do business with Vizago - but that was Tseebo.

"The Imperial database states that Cikatro Vizago is a wanted crime lord," he said doubtfully. "Tseebo is unsure if this is plan is optimal."

"Optimal would be a stretch," Kanan told him with a small, wry smile, which promptly vanished. "But as Hera said, Vizago is our very last chance of finding Ezra. And we will stop at nothing to do just that."

"Wrr..." Chopper sounded unsure.

They ignored him.

Tseebo nodded slowly. "Tseebo understands. Tseebo will go with you to see Cikatro Vizago."

Hera grimaced and shook her head, earning a couple surprised looks. "No, Tseebo. I'll need you to look after the Ghost with Chopper."

Chopper turned and rolled out of the common room. He had no quarrel with that plan.

Tseebo didn't look disappointed, but he didn't look pleased, either. "Of course."

Hera knew she had probably let him down, and felt bad about it - but she knew that Vizago would probably recognize Tseebo from old Imperial wanted posters and try to sell him to either the Empire or Jawas, whichever paid the highest. "Meeting adjourned," she announced, then stood up and hurried after Chopper.

Kanan rubbed the back of his head and looked over at Sabine. "This isn't going to end well, is it?"

"Nope," Sabine agreed.

Zeb scoffed, smirking at Kanan. "That's an understatement."