[REBEL MISSION] The Captured Crown of Arkanis

[Cortan]

Disaster! Attacked by pirates, the Empress of the Arkanis Regency teeters on the edge of life and death, her only son kidnapped in the assault. Desperate to save the budding unity of the sector, the Arkanian Government turns to the Galactic Rebellion. The Rebellion, desperate to save face after previously failing to rescue the prince, is set to engage in talks with the pirates, but prepares for the alternative...​

Never had Donkur thought he might one day help save an empire, but life, whether dictated by the whims of fate, the force and whatever other higher power one believed in, always seemed set to surprise. The Captain sat poised behind a small holotable, in the meeting room off to one side from the bridge. The Quasar was hung in orbit above Arkanis, like a grey arrow set against the stars, waiting. The low hum of the ship's engine reverberated all around, interrupted, it seemed, only by Donkur's light rapping of his nails along the surface of the table.
"I don't know if I should be impressed by their gall, or frustrated by their stupidity." Donkur gave a sigh of frustration as he pinched the bridge of his elongated face, putting down the datapad showing the list of demands. Perhaps their sheer audacity - desiring everything from a hundred million credits to the dissolution of the Arkanian Government and military altogether - stemmed from the victory they'd had earlier, and twisting the proverbial knife in Arkanis' wounds. Perhaps, they were pushing demands they knew wouldn't be met, just to see the reaction.

"Needless to say, the Arkanians have given us no means or position to realistically say that these demands will be met. The trick will be to make sure that our guests don't realise that fact, until we have control of the situation. We do not yet know what ship, numbers, or even certain prisoners they will arrive with." Whilst they still had time, Donkur was going over the general details of the operation with those who either needed to know, or might need to know, given their skillsets. Others had been informed beforehand or were warned to be on a general alert, and so all aboard the Quasar, from the lowliest engineer to its limited but capable footsoldiers, stood ready.
"Any infiltration must be made without alerting the pirates too soon, or they may kill the boy. Any methods are to be non-lethal, in case his whereabouts are known only to a few, or there are some among their ranks who may be persuaded to turn on their 'comrades'. I realise this heightens the difficulty the proceedings considerably, but given the circumstances, caution trumps prudence in these matters. We save the boy, we save Arkanis, and we get one step closer to clearing this sector of the breed of pirate that has lingered here far too long." Briefly, the aged, winged creature turned his gaze to a clock, based on galactic standard. It was almost time.

"Any questions?"

 

[Hishamori]

Hiru listened to Captain Donkur as he listed the general info, while she of course had also been reading it on the datapad that everyone had been handed when they came into the room for the mission, it was only the bare basics, and it didn't really give you too much info when it came to your actual option/chances were. Or at least for Hiru it didn't.

She looked to Captain Donkur if anyone had any questions "I presume I won't be able to take my anti-material rifle with me, Sir." Hiru said it more of as a statement then an actual question, considering the conditions of the mission it would be unwise to bring her heavy artillery kind of a gun into a stealth search and rescue OP. Even more so, if the chance that Hiru would actually miss, she could very will kill the hostage or worse cause a massive explosion.

Hiru sighed a bit before leaning back in the chair she was in before stretching a small bit so as to relax her shoulders, she was wearing her normal combat sniper armor, the same armor she had been wearing ever since her days in the alliance, the armor had a couple of personal upgrades here and there to make it more effective in either stealth or combat ops, but for the most part it was still sort of standard. If only slightly, her helmet laid down on top of the table next to the datapad.

 

[Ral]

Having been transferred to the Quasar temporarily while the Corusca received her new hyperdrive engines Ral was still getting used to the different design of ship when they had been put on alert. Standing in the briefing room with his beskar'gam on sans helmet he listened carefully to what captain Donkur had to say. This was the first time serving with the Captain or even seeing one of his species, a notable fact considering how much Ral had seen. When the winged Captain asked for questions Ral shook his head. "No, sir. This is the type of missions I prefer. Unlike most of my people I prefer not making a big noise if I can help it."

Looking at the other human female who sat next to him he chuckled at the question, or perhaps statement. The woman, a human he believed was named Hiru or something like that, was wearing a set of light armor that looked aged and modified. Just like his. "I doubt it would be a good idea. All things considered." He said simply. Looking back at the captain the Mandalorian was clearly eager to go, and despite some of the misconceptions of his people, not disintegrate everything. This would be a good opportunity to do some good and gain some allies.

 

[Undine]

Dr. Senshino had come to the Quasar as soon as word of the Empress being wounded had reached her. Upon arrival however she was pleased to find out that the Empress was already receiving medical care elsewhere. Nonetheless her son had been captured in the process which was why she was here instead of returning back to the Corusca. It appeared that she wasn't the only one who had come from the Corusca however as a man she recognized as Ral although his last name was last to her.

Turning her attention to the commander before her and the captain of this vessel as he spoke of the task at hand. As he finished with his briefing and asked for questions, Hira signaled that she did have one. "Sir, if we do not know what ship, numbers, or even certain prisoners they will arrive with, may I ask how we intend to find out?" It was a fair question, but since time was of the essence Hira was only looking for a short answer, if one at all. She had made sure to bring both of her stun batons just for personal security and they would be perfect for this mission as well, and if things did need to turn lethal she always carried her GL-77 blaster pistols on her person.​

 

[TheSilentWind]

Aura was more than happy to participate in the mission. Rescuing the prince reminded her of when she rescued Korra, her Jedi sister who she saw more as a daughter rather than a sister. It was difficult, considering that their relationship was very complicated. The Mandalorian had adopted her sister, and rescued her during the Attack on Coruscant. That made her look like a mother figure to others, but not to her.

As she was aboard the captain's ship, the Quasar , she heard the statements of her fellow Rebels. Aura was happy to participate in this mission. It suited her small, light build, with her dexterity overpowering her less than average physical strength.

The last statement by Hiro caught her interest, as that was the same question she ad. She had no doubt that the Rebel leader would answer their questions.

"I have no questions sir." she stated respectfully to the commander.

 

[Cortan]

"The rifle at least might make a decent threat to anyone trying to do something stupid. Which, given these men kidnapped a crown prince from his own home, I would not rule out." Donkur was relieved to see someone actually willing to consider that the destructive options should not be at the immediate top of the list. Pragmatism and simplicity could be a frightening thing in the hands of the determined, a fact that was made all the more prominent by the nature of work. Someone likely had it in their heads that, were it for the Rebel cause, the destruction of an entire city should be permissible. He only hoped he could find enough love of the meaning of the Rebel cause to deter such a person, if the day ever came that he found them holding the button.

"As to the matter of how we intend to ascertain the scope of our opponents: We shall meet them." The flying reptile addressed the pale skinned doctor, though he knew the answer might have seemed an oddly ill prepared solution.
"We are acting in place of an official Arkanian response to ransom demands that came last week, after the Empress' annual speech - and her lack of presence therein - revealed the situation to her world. As the message was delivered by datapad, than by signal, tracking them down would have taken time, and potentially thrown off negotiations. As to when they should appear, I would imagine these criminals to be keen to put on pressure by being late..."
---Captain Ivellok, we have a ship on an intercept with our current position.---
"...Though, they may surprise." Donkur grunted as he raised himself from his seat, and made way towards the door. A flick of a switch led it to open with a swish, and Donkur stepped out onto the bridge of his ship.

Internal communications were abuzz with yellow alerts - as Donkur had earlier ordered - and final confirmations of the preparations that had been made. Donkur himself strode briefly across to his chair, and sitting himself down, was soon surrounded by small screens, displaying information of his own ship, and the vessel that approached. Flicking across a few of the screens, he brought up the image of the pirate ship through the holographic projector, a blue, 3D image quickly coming into view. The ship's design and designation were unfamiliar to him personally, but came up in the databanks as an 'Arkanian Swallow'. Apparently, the name was a reference to the bird-like shape of the vessel, where large radiator banks stretched out like wings - wings, that is, that were also tipped with turbolasers and missile ports. It was a thin ship otherwise, with the only cargo space possibly being at the large, but a lengthy spine would leave plenty of space for small alcoves - and cells.

"Hail them with Viceroy Edir's pre-recorded message. Lets keep this looking official, till we either determine the prince's location, or they start a firefight." Donkur ordered, whilst signalling for the team to go. Given the size of the Swallow ship, they were likely to extend a docking corridor, rather than connect to the Quasar directly. And given their respective locations, that meant airlock 1.

The atmosphere would be tense and silent when they arrived, one man with a finger on the docking switch, eyeing an external camera as the extension came across. A flash of green came from the panel, and he pressed the switch, and a whir echoed through the area as their own corridor extended. A cha-thunk, followed by the hiss of oxygen filling the compartment on the other side of the door, signalled it was almost time.
"Ah, you must be the 'diplomatic envoy'. Buncha poor sods you are, having to negotiate for the life of your prince." No sooner than the door had opened, had a Trandoshan, remarkably fluent in his basic, come to greet them. Behind them was a small escort, comprised of various species both near-human and far removed. He stepped aside to let the Rebels pass, making his best impression of a pleasant welcome.

 

[Hishamori]

Hiru sighed a bit as she put on her helmet before the air lock corridor had connected yet, she then checked her current load out, a rather simple and average blaster carbine was her main weapon of choice, since she couldn't really bring her anti-material rifle for this kind of a mission. She also had her normal heavy blaster pistol in it's holster strapped to her right leg, a couple pouches full of several different grenades, most were stun and mobility inhibiting grenades, a few were actual thermals, and her combat knife was hidden in her left boot. She adjusted the straps to her helmet as it fully connected with the rest of her armor the H.U.D display appearing online and giving her the basic diagnostic of everything and it connecting to her carbine, and pistol.

Hiru felt as ready as she could be, she looked towards the connector that was slowly coming towards the ship, before glancing at her fellow team mates "So.. Do we have a plan on how we want to do this?" Hiru asked her voice sounding slightly mechanic coming out from her helmet, her head turning to look at her squad mates.

 

[Ral]

Listening to the captain finish speaking Ral nodded before standing up. Grabbing his helmet he slipped the buy'ce onto his head before sealing it to make sure it ran on its own oxygen supply. His HUD sparked to life and he added his teammates into his IFF tracker. Looking around at the rest of his crew the Mandalorian armed his carbine before slinging it around his shoulder. "Alright ladies, let's get going then."

As they began walking towards the umbilical connection Ral turned to face the older woman, Hiru, as she spoke, asking if they had a plan. He thought for a moment before amswering. "Looks like we're going to have a bit of a welcoming party. So we should probably wait until their guard is down and we can take them by surprise." His voice sounding slightly deeper and more electronic from his vocabulator.

Looking back at the other two Ral's eyes hovered over the alien doctor and the other human woman before he suggested, "Hey Doc, why don't you do the talking. You're probably best for it. I'm not sure if the rest of us are particularly qualified. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong though, if either of you two want to be the 'face' feel free to take the job. At the very least I will look the part of security."

Approaching the pirate welcoming committee Ral stayed on edge. Before them there was a reptilian Trandoshan standing in their way. In very good basic, surprisingly good to Ral, the alien "welcomed" them to the ship. More like insulted them, but then again they were supposed to be negotiating for the prince's life so they probably thought they were all part of the Viceroy's retinue. Luckily for him, Mando mercs were a common sight to see nowadays as the clans were scattered and they tried to survive the Empire. Passing by the Trando, Ral would let one of the woman do the talking, at the very least they would look prettier than he did.

 

[Undine]

Just as they were discussing how they were planning to determine where the prince was, the ship where they were going to be holding the negotiations was nearing in on them with an intercept course. Basically the good captain had told her they were going in blind and to have fun at it. "Too many variables for my taste." Hira said to herself absent mindedly. If they were headed in blind she would have prefered the ability to kill those that she encountered, but the captain wanted as few casualties as possible. Hira didn't see the point, take a few prisoners and interrogate them until someone cracks, then execute them. Efficiency was key in these kind of operations and if the prince wasn't on this ship then they would need to interrogate the negotiators as they were the most likely to know of his location.

Hira watched as a blue, 3D image quickly became visible through the holographic projector as the captain brought up the image of the pirate ship. She had never seen such a ship before, but noticed that the databanks named it an 'Arkanian Swallow'. It was a rather small ship and it was easy enough to point out the most likely location of the vessel to store prisoners. Taking note of it's location Hira turned her attention to the Trandoshan who had just appeared as the door opened for them to enter the hostile ship, a small escort behind him no doubt to take them to the negotiators.

Hira listened to Ral Aran and the human woman discuss a plan. When the mando mentioned Hira dealing with the negotiators. "You're quite right actually, I've dealt with similar situations before, albeit not concerning a prince." She spoke clearly as they made their way to their escort. Her next few sentences were spoken telepathically to her fellow rebels so as to make sure they knew she had the ability to do so and wouldn't panic later. "Alright here is what we'll do, I'll meet with the negotiators and try to pull any information they have of the prince from their minds, if and when I communicate with you all that the prince is on the ship then I'll tell you where. If I don't however, I will stall for as long as possible before stating I need to confirm with my superiors. At that time we will pretend to leave the ship only to take out our escort and take the negotiators into custody. I'm sure my unique skillset can weasle any information out of them before we turn them over for the Arkanians to decide what to do with them. We might even be able to take the ship for the fleet." It was a sound and simple plan that would produce the highest chance of success alongside the lowest risk of failure.

The Trandoshan who had been sent to greet them spoke suddenly causing Hira to become slightly pissed off at his words, not that she let such emotions show themselves on her face. "I am, and these here are my security escort, is that a problem for you or your captain?" She ignored his comment regarding the prince and instead spoke in a calm tone of voice that held no hint of her true emotions. The 5'2" thin woman wasn't likely to be seen as dangerous by this Trandoshan, and her choice of regular clothing instead of her armor only served to make her seem like less than a threat. She took a moment to scan over the group of pirates that were to be escorting them. A thinly built violet skinned Twi'lek with cybernetic eyes caught her attention. The pirate seemed to take notice of Hira's gaze as she smiled wickedly back at her, displaying a mouth of teeth that appeared to have been filed down into razor sharp fangs. "This should be interesting." The Nemirel thought to herself before walking forward into the pirate's ship.​

 

[TheSilentWind]

If it were up to her, Aura would have went to rescue the prince herself. Her lack of socializing, trusting people, as well as her self-independence gave her a unique outlook on how to approach things. Aura only trusted Korra, her sister, and that was something that she did not want to change for a while, perhaps for her entire life. She knew that this would cause problems for her, especially when she was in the Rebellion. Their had been plenty of times that she had trusted somebody, and they had betrayed her. Korra hadn't betrayed her, not yet at least.

As she heard the others spoke, Aura slightly let loose her Teras Kasi barriers, the ones that she had been using for many years. That was what allowed her to hear the doctor speak to her telepathically. Aura herself knew she had the capability of speaking telepathically. After all, being a force sensitive helped her a lot. That however did not matter to her. She did not want to become a force sensitive, as she did not want to have the capabilities that the Sith already had.

When she heard her fellow rebel finishing speaking telepathically, she simply nodded, not wishing to reply or speak in order to not waste time. Time was something that was important in this mission and if the Rebellion were going to gain a foothold here, they must not waste time. Every minute being used to help the mission was helping the Rebellion fight the New Sith Imperium and surprisingly, that was enough for Aura to cooperate.

As she went to join her fellow Rebels as Hira's 'guards' she could see the pirates look at her, most likely thinking that she wasn't capable of fighting. Oh they were wrong and if the mission required them to fight, Aura would show them what Mandalorians were truly made of.

 

[Cortan]

The trandoshan looked between the group, seeming to measure them up, though whether as threats or as targets, could not be told.
"No problem at all. Can't say much of anything against a crew that isn't so stuck up as to stick to one species." The reptilian tried to play it cool as he and his own escort guided the rebels across to the other ship, hands resting on either vibroblades or blasters, some of which were already drawn. As they crossed the passageway that extended through the void, one could see telltale signs emerge of the differing quality of each vessel. Where this relatively simple and less used aspect of the Quasar's design kept a decent quality about it, the Swallow's half quickly proved that it had been patched up in some parts, whilst the hull had been allowed to thin in others. There was a slight hissing noise in the background, the tiniest of sounds but still noticeable, and even the pirates seemed to hasten as they passed through their own corridor.

On reaching the other side, the picture did not particularly improve. Metal was rusting, hires hung loose from the ceiling, and unsavoury smells from remote corners implied that the lavatories could not keep up with... demand, as it were. New eyes turned to greet them, a guard at every door and corner, though sometimes the doors were open and only one person could be seen. Immediately, the trandoshan and his group tried to urge the rebels along to the right, towards the back and bulk of the ship, rather than its thin neck.
"Can we keep some of 'em...?" Someone at random murmured, but almost immediately, the trandoshan snapped and lashed his tongue.
"Keep that talk down, or we don't get our haul!" Most hopeful glances that had risen now fell again, but the twi'lek remained curiously calm.

If nothing changed, they would take two more corners, until they came towards the very back of the ship, which had one of the few functioning doors - closed tight, and two guards at attention.

 

[Hishamori]

Hiru looked around as they walked towards the negotiation room and couldn't help the slight look of disgust creeping onto her face, but thankfully because she was wearing her helmet the expression wasn't seen by anyone, she sighed a bit as they continued to walk, the ship by all means was a dump, and a complete junker really. It was amazing that it could still fly, though she had guess that if the pirates tried to go into hyperspace, forget it. The ship would just rip it's self apart in the process of even doing it.

Hiru thought about doing something in the hallway but the last thing they needed was to be fighting all the enemy crew on board the ship, and given it's over all condition there was a good chance they could blow holes in the floor that went straight out into space, so she thought better of it.

Once they were in front of what looked to be the negotiation room, Hira went into the room to start the "Negotiations" While she herself stood outside, waiting. She looked towards their escort who seemed to all break up and wander away to other parts of the ship the trandoshan making some comment about 'behaving yourselves' before also leaving, Hiru looked towards the guards and they looked rather nervous with her standing there. Well she did look rather intimidating

 

[TheSilentWind]

Aura's face was expressionless. Visually, one would think that the various disgusting odors that circulated the room would not affect her. In addition to that, one would also think that the horrible conditions the prisoners in the pirate ship were living in also did not affect her. That however was wrong. Their was an internal conflict that was occurring in Aura about whether to just shoot this filthy shitheads or just continue with the plan. Aura was not like a Jedi who were bound by their code. She would do whatever it would take to help the Rebellion, regardless of the fact that this might also harm her fatally.

The Rebel however knew that she had to stick to the plan, and she would certainly do so. The Rebellion was growing stronger each and every day. In addition to that, millions of people were joining the group in hopes of destroying the Imperium that had caused countless deaths, had committed numerous genocides, and had also ruled their 'subjects' with fear, instead of actually attempting to help the people. Those people that died, the countless people that had suffered because of the Imperium would one day get their revenge, and Aura certainly wanted to help with that.

As soon as the Mandalorian reached the room that they were going to conduct negotiations, she remembered to herself that saving the Prince would ultimately help the Rebellion, and it would help their cause. For now, she would be patient, and wait for the day they finally met the Imperium head to head. Why? It was because Aura was itching to stick a vibroblade on an Imperial's head.

 

[Ral]

Keeping his weapons near him and on hand as they walked through the corridors of the pirate ship, Ral made sure to make a note of all the guard locations and doorways. With his helmet's three hundred and sixty degree field of vision, the Mandalorian was capable of keeping tabs on the the pirates as they passed on by, watching their reactions to them and their body language to see if something was up. While he didn't like the situation he sure as hell wasn't going to blow the whole operation over a bad feeling. He'd have to wait it out and see what happened. Ral just hoped that Hira would be able to pull off this little trick of theirs.

As they approached the negotiating room Ral could see the door open. Walking closer, the Mandalorian man was about to pass through the threshold into the room when one of the guards stopped him. Looking at the pirate, Ral raised an eyebrow; not like it would have done much good under his helmet. "Can I help you?"

"No weapons, you must relinquish you armor and guns." The Weequay's demanded.

"My armor?"

"I have heard all about you Mandalorians from my father. He said even your armor is a weapon, and that you hide more in it where no one thinks to check! You want to go inside, you surrender your gear and go in handcuffed!" Ral sighed at this annoying Weequay. The fact was the alien had a point. But giving up his armor was not something Ral would ever consider doing. That meant he would have to take his own option. Before the trandoshan could protest at the Weequay, Ral raised his hand up to act like it wasn't a big deal. Of course it was a big deal but he couldn't let that be so obvious for what he was planning.

Over their private comm Ral stated, "Sorry about this everyone, time to put our plan into motion a little ahead of schedule. Hira, get inside and do your thing, we'll make sure you aren't disturbed." Handing his shatter rifle over to the Weequay. Ral grabbed his Corondexx Pulse Rifle and prepared to hand it over. Once he was sure Hira and Aura had gotten inside the room he looked to the tall woman standing next to him and nodded. "You want to cuff me? Well here ya go. Just be careful, they might be a little much for you."

With that Ral began to hand the pulse rifle over, twisting it at the last second when the Weequay guard reached for it and firing it catching the two guards standing at the closed doorway in the wide beam firing arc. With the idea to make this look like am accident he grinned and acted like something had just gone wrong. Turning about the Mandalorian signal led the tall woman to watch the other approach. "Oops! Looks like we had a slight weapons malfunction when I tried to surrender my rifle!" He hoped that Hira would pick up on it and play along. If the negotiators heard the sound of the stun rifle going off they might be able to be convinced that everything is fine. Ral just hoped that Hiru would quietly deal with anyone else who might say otherwise.

 

[Hishamori]

Hiru shrugged as she had already knocked out one of the guards and had the other one in a choke hold to prevent him from making any noise and to knock him out as well, after a little more struggling from the guard he eventually slumped over and she pulled him and his buddy so they were a little more out of sight. Hiru felt proud of herself because she had pretty much in a sense successfully knocked out two guards without too much effort though it had kind looked silly since she hit one of them over the head with the butt of her rifle and pretty much choked hold the second one into unconscious.

She then looked around to see there were anymore guards, at the moment no.

 

[Undine]

As Hira and Aura walked into the room and the door shut Hira heard a weapon sound off on the other side of the door. The mandalorian Ral had at least given everyone fair warning first however which was a good thing because Hira had her hands in pockets gripping her stun batons. Before her sat a Togrutan male at a table as he stared at her confused due to the noise on the other side of the door. Behind him stood three pirate thugs, a one eyed Kamionan female with a shortened sniper rifle that appeared to be heavily damaged, a armored Jawa wearing a hood and wielding a long stun baton like a sword, and a powerfully built [thread=45938]Nightshade[/thread] female baring her teeth and crouched as if to pounce on the two rebel women.

Looking only at the Togrutan male Hira spoke slowly in an attempt to calm the growing tension in the room. "There's no need for conflict, my bodyguard and myself are only here to talk. I just need to know that the Prince is safe in order for these negotiations to continue." At that she turned her attention to Aura and motioned for her to keep her weapons lowered. Telepathically however she spoke directly to her comrade. "Aim for the Kamonian first I'll keep my eye on the blue one." With that out of the way she stepped forward to take a seat across from the Togrutan. If this went poorly she hoped Aura would take care of the Kamoian to give her enough time to take down the Nightshade would looked like an excellent unarmed combatant.​

 

[Cortan]

"Safe, aye. Fortunately, we keep it in our policy not to shoot stupid brats when they keep whining for their mother." The Togrutan spoke, somehow taking pride in such basic decency. His eyes were on the door, and briefly, he tapped a seemingly idle comm unit thrice, before turning back to the Rebels that he could see.
"Though, he might be growing increasingly dissatisfied with his cell, so I'd recommend that we come to terms. Namely, the terms that we gave this damned planet months ago. How exactly is it hard to pay a small fortune and give up your government for a while? I mean, it falls apart anyway if the prince has an... accident, whilst in our care." The Togruta began to pick at his nail, trying to scrape out dust, dirt, and what looked like motor fluid from the crevasses of his nails.

"But I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself. Númos Barthen, at your service. Soon to be the biggest name in the Arkanis Sector since Jabba the Hutt. You can give your names if you want, but I wouldn't envy your current circumstance. So let's get down to business: Are you going to say 'yes' to our demands?" Númos leaned in, clasping his hands together. His allies all tensed, possibly preparing for if the answer should be 'no'...

---

So it seemed that the halls in their immediate vicinity and been laid bare, with Ral and Hiru standing among a small pile of bodies. Silence was their companion, if one discount the choked sounds of the ship around them, but it too fell away as a slight crackling noise came through on the comm of the fallen weequay.
--Hey, Megiz, what's your status? You alright over there? ...Hey, Megiz! Damn it, come in!--
Echoes of clattering boots began to come from down the hallways, though which precisely - if not both of them - was harder to tell. So what would the two do now, given the opponent's inclination to likely shoot first, and ask questions later?

 

[TheSilentWind]

Aura would thank Ral for what he did. He truly made everything much more easier to handle, now that some of the security was gone. The Mandalorian luckily was not a negotiator, so she would let Hiru do all the diplomatic talking. After all, the Nemerian had lived for over a hundred years, even though Aura did not know that. The ARES Operative looked at the Togruta make his ludicrious demands. Aura's face stood emotionless, waiting on Hiru's response. The Mandalorian was confident that the Rebel team could eliminate all of the pirates on this ship. Maybe she was being overconfident, but Aura had credible reasons as to why the Rebel team could eliminate the pirates. This thought however wouldn't make her attack the pirates. In fact, she stood their motionless, waiting on what Hiru would state.

As she continued to hear the Togruta speak, she could see that his men were beginning to get their guns ready. Luckily for her, the Mandalorian was already in a position to shoot. She was also in a position that gave the false lie that Aura wouldn't do anything, something that Aura could use to his advantage. It was during this time that she had Hiru telepathically tell her to attack the person from Kamino. Luckily for both of them, Aura's Teras Kasi barriers had been gone. If they had stayed, their was a high chance Aura most likely wouldn't get the message.

When the Togruta finished speaking, Aura stood there, choosing not to attack the Kamonian. There were a variety of factors that made her not attack the Kaminoian, including the fact that the room was reasonably calm, and they had not had confirmation from the others if they were troops heading their way. For now, she would wait until their was a good reason to attack. Just because she didn't choose to attack didn't mean that Aura couldn't, and wasn't in the position to do so.