Ask Dathomir Everything the Light Touches

[Renfry]

Wiping records sounded like something she could do while he dealt with his "old friend."

I can handle that, she said. Meet you after your meeting. Either at the ship or I'll find you, she said. She would be far more helpful in this capacity, and she'd much prefer to make herself useful.

She gave him a nod and broke off from him and down one of the other halls. She walked back in the direction of the shipmaster's office, stopping in the hangar momentarily to "check" on the ship one more time. The man was still in there, which was perfect for her. She needed access to either his office or the control tower.

That meant a code cylinder, and that was awkward. Her eyes swept over the room, looking at the various ship parts and engines in the hangar. That was when her eyes settled on one of the intake/output system for one of the ships, pulled aside for repair. With a tug from the Shadow, it turned on. The dockmaster was hit with a jet of air that nearly knocked him over and as he was, Renfry tugged the code cylinder from the man's shirt with the Shadow, tugging it rapidly to her hand as his face was shielded from the wind.

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan blinked once at taskmaster Rawl, sharp eyes meeting the man's stern gaze. The Firrerreo took a seat in front of the desk, one leg crossing atop the other, and folded his hands over his lap. What the ship was intended to be used for was certainly a prudent question given the circumstances and not unexpected, even if Stolas wasn't about to give him a 'full and complete' answer.

"A personal objective. Must be the correct ship, acquired quickly," he answered evenly, neither man immediately choosing to break eye contact. "This ship in particular?" "I am familiar with it and what it can do. It blends in, and carries much and many." Rawl had been the one to send he and Emryc to Cloud City, of course. "Then, I will down one vessel."

"I will arrange for a scrubbed replacement afterwards, with interest. Station craft already have this done in advance, yes?" Stolas had something of a reputation, and part of that was simply that he kept his word. They would continue to talk back of forth of specifics, requirements, and assurances for a time while Renfry handled her own business with the records.

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[Renfry]

Renfry didn't waste time. There was risk to what she was doing, and failure may well result in deaths, questions, and danger that neither Sith Lord wanted.

She made it back to the office in short order, inserting the code cylinder to step inside before making her way over to the data terminal.

Technology was not her specialty by any means - she should probably rectify that, shouldn't she - but she knew how to access a basic data terminal. Particularly with the proper code cylinder to access it.

She scrolled quickly through the records, typing in a search for GX-1s. She let out a quick sigh of relief. Bulk purchasing was common and ships using the same parts made things simpler. For this reason, there were numerous GX-1s within the fleet even if most weren't currently available.

Several clicks later and the records reflected that the ship taken by the pair of Sith Lords and the one taken by a Marauder out on assignment were, in fact, swapped. A few more clicks, and the ship's history under the command of Lord Raze was swapped with the long list of owners of the other vessel.

Perfect, she thought to herself, closing out the terminal and leaving the office as if she'd never entered.

Within moments she had returned to the hangar and the code cylinder was left just behind where the dockmaster had been blown around. Just blown out of his shirt. Nothing else.

And just like that, she was turning back to meet Stolas.

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan's relatively civilized conversation with the taskmaster went rather well, all things considered. The Firrerreo had a good reputation and record of working with the station prior and had offered replacements and everything. Even in his grumpier and more melancholy state Morgan made a decent showing of himself.

The end result was a simple arrangement where they both gained something. Morgan was sure to also include how the dockmaster handled his side of things in a disciplined and professional manner, as promised. Stolas departed the Taskmaster's office on well enough terms, the stoic older man's expression having barely shifted at all during their talk. If the young Sith was being honest he was both pleased and disappointed nothing had come to violence, but logically avoiding it where it wasn't needed would result in the least trouble for others and himself.

Unfortunately he hadn't been able to get the other information he wanted thus far. But his grudge was less important right now than safeguarding Ship.

Renfry would reappear after Stolas had just left the ready room, walking down the hallway when she turned the corner. He simply nodded toward to her and waved vaguely toward the way she came.

"We should check with the dockmaster. Hopefully everything is arranged."

His comment also referred to what the Nightsister had been off doing without actually alerting someone to her sneaking about. The two of them just needed to finalize digital paperwork and acquire the access key before the transport could be readied to depart.

@Phoenix