The Pirate's Life For Me [STARS]

[Bubák]

A young Mon Calamari boy looked at his faked identichip again. The young STARS member was now called Rix Gulomi, a fairly typical Mon Calamari name. Experienced hands of imperial peacekeepers crafted this identichip specifically for this mission, though Avreet could use it whenever he felt like sabotaging something in the Alliance space. He sat in a transport ship heading for Kuat, where many of the Alliance ships were being made. It wasn't hard for him to blend in, as many Mon Calamari were gifted ship builders and came to the planet looking for work. The only thing the teenage Acolyte did was adding a few draws of water resistant color to the markings on his head and put a green lenses into his eyes.

The boy wore a black t-shirt instead of the black tunic, the rest of his clothes remained the same. His curved lightsaber rested back in the Academy with his black cloak, as he had no use of it now and some security check might discover it, ending the mission before it even started. The young Acolyte also masked his Force sensitivity to some degree, but not enough to hide it completely. Even his identichip stated he was a Force sensitive, so hiding it completely would have been stupid, not to mention potential blood test on some of the many checkpoints would have revealed his attunement to the Force. His family simply didn't give him to the Jedi when he was young and he was returning from his relatives living on Maanan to his family working on Kuat.

The only physical weapon he had was a short sword in his boot. Given how common thefts and robberies were in this uncivilized space, nobody even raised an eyebrow to that. Almost everyone had some kind of weapon in their boot for "protection", even children, so Avreet got past the last few security checks just fine. Part of his mind wondered how did the other members do. Logically, they all had to be in their own transport ship, as a group of four Force sensitives coming from some backwater planet near the Imperial space would have seemed more than suspicious. This way, each of them had their own identity, each of them sat in a different transport ship, and each of them had the same instructions. Given the number of ships heading to the planet and from it, the intervals should be very short, in a matter of minutes, so the others wouldn't have to wait for several hours.

The ship finally landed and Avreet followed the people pouring from it. Immediately after getting out, he spotted another checkpoint. Just great! Stepping into the line, he patiently waited until an officer asked him to show his identification. Avreet gave it to the man's hand, the officer put it close to his datapad and his gaze shifted back and forth between the picture on the screen and the young Mon Calamari standing in front of him. Of course, a non-Mon Calamari couldn't see any difference, as his disguise was so good that maybe not even a Mon Calamari would have been able to see through it.

Nodding, the oficer gave the chip back to Avreet and moved to another person. The young Mon Cal just got scanned, stated the sword in his boot was for purely defensive purposes fourth time this day, and the way was open for him. Haha, stupid Alliance!

Looking around, smiling for himself at the thought of being in the enemy terrirory without anyone knowing of his mission, he looked at the signs to find a cafeteria with a park where he was supposed to meet another STARS members. Quickly spotting the place on a small map, he made his way there, trying to be as casual as possible when walking between enemies of the Empire.

When he finally found the cafeteria, he walked inside and bought a cup of lemonade before slowly walking into the park, pretending to enjoy the lomonade. Truth to be told, it tasted worse than the Imperial one! Nobody walked through the park at this time, as everyone had a more important thing to do that enjoying a walk through the park. The teenage Acolyte stopped in front of a small lake. Completely normal thing for a Mon Calamari to do, staring at water. That was the place where he waited for the others.

 

[Mistress]

Xotomi has the advantage to a perfect cover. Her identical twin has shamefully crossed over to the defense of the Jedi Order and is now learning about the Force from the perspective of a Padawan. Therefore Xotomi, assuming her sister's identity, is expected to be armed and walking around feeling the disgusting people out to keep the ironic ideal of peace. *SPIT*

Xotomi was given her appropriate attire, forged identification in her sister's name and even a Jedi lightsaber that had once belonged to one now slain. You ain't ever gonna locate any Sith who cares to make a replica of such a piece of crap as that. It feels so strange to be doing this. It feels dirty to her, to assume her traitor sister's position, and use her treacherous act to benefit the Sith's mission. Xotomi would rather go in as herself, hacking them all away and become famously known for it, than to pretend to be in league with this Jedi trash.

She puts on her Jedi attire while her charted cruiser is being lead by a tracker beam. Since she had threatened the crew within an inch of their life only days before, when the craft suffered a critical malfunction and she was held up on Napdu for days, well the members of the crew aren't being very hospitable towards her now. Xotomi will need catch a shuttle to the planet from the nearest space station. It's going to take every bit of restraint to keep her cover and not blow up the craft and its damn entire crew for their insubordination! She paid them a hefty price to be transported, they ought to know their place. She had bought them.

All in all, now she doesn't believe in fate, but she did meet an intriguing and mysterious man, Sisk Renelo, who claims to be a Bounty Hunter, who rocked her foundation of beliefs. She already has the promise that when she returns to her homeland, her Lord is going to knock her right back to where she needs to be, because Xotomi refused to kill this man; neither could she have if she wanted to...but she certainly didn't want to; that is the main point. Xotomi put personal will over that of her Lord's.

The way he had effected her was so intense that she cried upon departure. It sucks. But she turned it inward since. She twisted it into form and balled it up tightly. It feels like a real thrill now, the Force reigned in and just waiting to be utilized. When she made her way to where she was meant to be, she walked about with so much focus.

 

[MasterTyvokka]

Ryak had recently been appointed the Lord Commander of the newly formed STARS unit. The unit was meant to be a way to unleash the untapped strength of the Imperium's numerous acolytes on the Alliance and Jedi. Ryak knew that it was an honor that he had been chosen to lead it and therefore he was going to lead it well. Already several missions were underway and Ryak had decided to come along in a supporting roll on one mission that had the potential to be particularly difficult.

Unlike the acolytes who would arrive on Kaut stations aboard various registered transports Ryak arrived in his own ship. He was able to do so because of its design. It had been designed and built as a luxury yacht but also secretly as an Imperial Ship for certain Sith. As a result it was very easy to pass it off as a rich man's indulgence with the right transponder codes; and that is exactly what Ryak had done. Ryak had masked his force presense completely, and it was to difficult for him to maintain it being a master of sorcery. His ID cards and appearance suggested he was a wealthy merchant inspecting of ships for his shipping fleet.

Upon his ship's arrival Ryak was welcomed with great pomp and circumstance by the owner of the company which was building his "merchant ships." Without issue Ryak brushed them off with some instructions about his order and immediately went to go find the acolytes. He found them in their meeting place and the rues that had been worked out for them to start speaking to him would be that they were going to offer him assistance since the cargo his new ships might be carrying could be vital to the alliance. Ryak spotted the acolytes as he walked in but sat a few seats away from them so as not to arose suspicion until they approached him. Soon after they approached the job would then begin.

 

[Just Matt Now]

The Anzat's Z-95 Headhunter was registered throughout many hangars and ports in the galaxy. Therefore he was not afraid to know if Kuat had the same. They would find that the ship was identified to a "Donald Draper", who was also specified as an Anzat. Though what they would not know is that it was actually Vixur who owned and operated the fighter. He was not entirely worried about them finding his name or true identity, other than him being of the Imperium, because there was no real record of his birth. The Anzati people did not believe in giving their children names, and so Vixur merely picked his name when he went off on his own.

Landing in the Kuat hangar bay, all formal proceedings already taking way, the Anzat got out of his ship and headed for the quartermaster. Vixur was dressed in a casual brown clad outfit, adorned on an inside fold would be his crimson lightsaber. He was not afraid of being detected, being a force sensitive had its perks. Already knowing that they wanted a fee, he walked up to the female human and before she could talk, Vixur spoke out.

"I have already paid my fee..." He said as he walked passed her, his ability in force persuasion was more of a natural ability than a trained and acquired skill. The human female did not respond, she simply continued reading through her manifest as she had done so before.

The Anzat would do the same with the rest of the security, used to taking advantage of those with weaker mind than his own. It was an easy trick to get in and out of troublesome situations, or when he wanted to be incognito, which was more times than not. The STARS Acolytes were meant to meet in some cafeteria based in the center of the Kuat main building. Vixur walked into the food crazed dinning hall suspecting it to be empty with all but STARS members. Yet it was not. Species of all kind, mostly Humans, sat and ate their food they had gotten from specific vendors. The noise level made it difficult to think, and hard to focus on masking his presence, and the Anzat searched for those he knew were a member of the STARS organization.

Scanning the room, Vixur noticed two beings whom he knew were of the Imperium. The first of course being Ryak, their STARS leader and commander in chief, and the second being Avreet. Though they were not sitting together which had the Anzat curious. Vixur casually walked towards Ryak, not knowing if Avreet was a STARS or not, though he assumed so if they were both here at the same time.

"Greetings master Ryak. I assume that the others will join us shortly." The Anzat said as he sat down right across from him, speaking to him personally.

 

[Bubák]

The Mon Calamari took another sip of the lemonade and stared at the mass of water in front of him, his right eye occasionally looking towards the cafeteria. He felt slightly uneasy as the woman dressed like a Padawan appeared in his sight, but quickly realized she must have been one of the STARS too. There was simply something odd about her, and even though Avreet had never faced a Jedi before, he knew that a Jedi appearing in the STARS meeting place would have been too much of a coincidence. He didn't make his presence known yet, as it would have looked weird for a kid to suddenly start talking with a Jedi. The teenage Mon Cal waited for the others.

The next person must have been their leader. A Twi'lek, looking like a merchant of some sorts, casually sat on a seat. The Mon Calamari teenager knew how the STARS commander looked like, so he turned around, pretending to get bored of staring at the lake, then looked around, as if wondering what do do next. It was then when he saw a familiar face of the Anzat called Vixur. Avreet and Vixur had met during a mission, so the young Acolyte immediately recognized him. It surprised him to see the older and more experienced Acolyte, Avreet didn't expect him to be a STARS member, but it certainly made him feel better, knowing the Anzat was a great Sith assassin. Not only that, Avreet trusted him to some degree, believing the Anzat wasn't as insane as many other Acolytes. The Mon Calamari only hoped the rest of the team was like that, he wouldn't want some idiot to pull out crimson bladed lightsabers and start cutting people left right.

Since it looked like everyone was there, the boy seemingly wanted to sit down after standing by the lake and peacefully finish his drink, so he went to the group of people and sat by an empty table which was right next to the place Ryak was sitting. It didn't look suspicious at all and allowed him to talk without some random person hearing what he said, while being close enough to the Twi'lek so he could hear him. If all of them sat around one table, it would have looked weird. A Twi'lek merchant sitting with a Jedi, a teenage brat, and an Anzat? No. Before speaking up though, he swiveled his eyes around to look for any civilians, and seeing only STARS members were close enough to hear him, he decided to act. "Master De'ruus, Acolyte Zatarus reporting for duty." He whispered, looking into the distance, pretending to be waiting for something or just simply relaxing and enjoying the lemonade.

 

[Mistress]

Xotomi senses the others of her mission who are sitting around her nearby. She hasn't made eye contact with a single one of them yet. What would be the point? They're not running off anywhere. She stood with her back against the wall, with the authoritative look of a typical peacekeeper, also it's easier to fight standing up. That is the real reason. She isn't nervous at all. But she knows that her choice of attire could make her a target, by her own kind. Joy.

She saunters towards the Mon Calamari boy who she can sense is ill-at-ease with her presence. Looking down at him blankly, she lackadaisically parted her lips and uttered, "Boo." Xotomi raised a brow, continuing to peer down at him as she withdrew an apple from under her robe and took a crisp bite. As she chewed her juicy bite, she tossed it to the boy as a gift. She winked at him before she slowly walked right back to where she stood before in a nonchalant manner. And she stood looking as statuesque as before.

 

[MasterTyvokka]

Well it appeared they had all gathered and made contact. Not quite in the way Ryak would have hoped, but in time and with training they would get much better. They were also fortunate that such a place as the cafeteria had been chosen and not something like a cantina. For in a caf everyone tended to mind their own business, however in a cantina there were always those that felt they needed to stick there grubby little noses where they didn't belong. And if turned out that it was Ryak's business that they were getting into the grubby little nose or sometimes the head it was attached to got cut off.

Ryak dropped his voice to a very low wisper, "You are not to call me Ryak here but you are to refer to me as Tobek, or have you forgotten you briefings?...Now mention no more of this as we don't want our cover blown." Ryak then raised his voice to normal levels and began again. "I have a job you three might be able to help me with. It will pay well and I could use a diverse group such as yourselves to assist." Ryak said taking on the demeanor of a spoiled wealthy merchant.

"Now I have a ship that is being built for me and you three seem like the perfect group to pick it up for me and to transport it safely to its destination. As you know pirates can be quite common in this region." Of course Ryak was completely talking in code and the group was not simply picking up a ship but stealing it. Ryak got up and strode casually out of the cafeteria. He knew that the three acolytes were in tow as he walked down the long hallway of the Kaut station.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Vixur listened to Ryak speak, and correct the foolish Sith who used his name. They all had names that hid their true identity, why would their leader be any different. Ryak would actually need a hidden persona more then them as he was a more prominent target. If the Jedi learned that the head of STARS Sith was anywhere near them, they would jump on the opportunity to take him, and alive, as well as all those under him. Fortunately for them, no one was paying attention to the group of Sith to even notice.

Vixur did not catch the code upon first hearing it, though as he waited patiently for Ryak to finish, he understood what he was saying and why he was saying it that way. They could not be too careful, this was the whole point of STARS as they were practically assassins. Wherever there target was, Ryak clearly knew. And as he stepped up and left the table, Vixur followed silently. The last thing they would need was for him to say something, or ask a question, and it be picked up by someone who simply over heard them. Fortunately for the Anzat, he had no questions. He assumed that where they were heading to next would clear anything up, an so he was patient.

 

[Bubák]

The way the woman dressed as a Jedi acted didn't make him feel any more comfortable. Quite the opposite, when she made the 'boo' sound, it sounded like an old bantha. Really. The she took a bite from her apple and threw the rest at him. What?! It rpobably had some meaning, but the boy didn't get it. He understood the wink, which was supposed to be a sign of trust and friendliness, but why did she threw that bitten apple at him? He caught it and threw it into a trash bin. It certainly looked weird, a Jedi throwing a bitten apple at a random teenager.

The young Mon Cal silently cursed himself when he realized he had just called their leader by his real name. He should have done it telepathically. Nevertheless, the Mon Calamari did his best to play the next part of his role well. Listening to the job, he pretended to be very interested, as much as a moody teen could be, and then happily blinked when he heard about credits. As a son of a pilot, he could pilot the ship to safety. "That is so cool! My father is an Alliance pilot, he had taught me how to fly with it! I will have to ask him though!" he said eagerly, smiling like a retard.

Of course, this story of a child of a military pilot waiting for his father might get him where he needed. Who wouldn't feel for the son of a brave pilot fighting for freedom and justice? Not to mention Mon Calamari were very peaceful species and resisted the Empire several times. A Mon Calamari teenager wouldn't seem suspicious at all. That should allow him to slip into the Alliance spaceport and look inside of one of the ships his father is flying with. With some pilot looking over him to prevent the boy from breaking anything, of course.

Getting up and following the merchant, the boy smiled at the Jedi. She could possibly get into the guarded area without any trouble, given her position. If they worked together, this whole mission should go smoothly.

 

[Mistress]

The young one of their group chucked the apple immediately into the garbage receptacle, Xotomi simply suspected that he didn't like apples.

Xotomi cocked her head and rose a brow to play the part of appearing genuinely curious as the Master spoke. She pondered requesting her payment for from Mister Tobek before she left with them. It would have been great to have a wad of cash just as he had stated in his cover story. In fact it was a bit of a tease really, because she really would have loved the money. She respectfully replied, "Certianly M-MIST-ter Tobek. My name is Lutomi. I will be happy to assist you, and keep you safe from the despicable pirates of this quadrant. Allow me to be your escort." She had spoken quite suave, however on the inside she was fighting back laughter with all her might.

Xotomi pondered how much better it would be were they to have met at the cantina, total sobriety sucks when there is a possible bad arsed fight in the near future.

Now the REAL problem is, Xotomi studied the schematics of the facility, but seeing the place in reality, she could see how it wasn't going to be easy to head to their destination without actually seeming to be searching for it!

Once the small group stood and began to move into the main corridor a Protocol Droid made its way over to Xotomi. "Mistress Lutomi, so good to see you back. I didn't think you would be here so soon."

Xotomi bit her lip as the G9 spoke. It had been used by her sister apparently. After thinking for a mere second after the droid had finished, she addressed it. "Thank you. Lead the way to the Docking Bay."

The G-9PD tilted its metal head, and Xotomi mimicked it. "Mistress Lutomi, don't you remember where it is?"

"I remember just fine," Xotomi affirmed with an air of annoyance. "Why don't you lead my new friends then?"

At that the droid agreed and turned to lead the way while Xotomi followed. It was her best idea at how not to appear lost.

 

[MasterTyvokka]

The approach of the protocol droid was a surprise even to Ryak and he tensed up at its approach, although this wouldn't have been noticeable to the acolytes. However the acolyte, Xotomi, handled it well and Ryak made sure to keep note of that fact. The other interesting thing was that the droid had recognized the acolyte as her twin sister. Well he made the connection because of the disguise but it was interesting that her sister had not only been on this station but had enough clearance to get close to the ships and this they could use to their advantage.

As they walked down the hallway towards the hangar Ryak pulled out a datapad and logged onto the STARS secure database. From there he looked up a few things pertinent to his now forming plan. As far as Ryak could tell the knowledge of the protocol droid was limited only to what it had seen and what had been programed into it so what Ryak was about to do shouldn't send up any red flags. "G-9PD I am Tobek Fenmore, assistant to Senator Bar'lain of Ryloth. I am here to inspect some of the ships that have been built for the Alliance as some of these will be delivered to Ryloth." Ryak spoke with authority and confidence. Unfortunately he could not use any type of mental influence on the droid due to its mechanical nature. So he had to hope it bought the story.

"Yes Sir" the droid responded, "I will lead you to those hangars immediately." For now it seemed that the droid had bought Ryak's story. Soon after passing a couple of security check points, which thankfully they got through because of the droid, they arrived inside of a hangar. The hangar was very large and contained a number of ships that they could chose from to steal. Most of the corvettes and larger ships were to well guarded but stealing one of these smaller ships would do fine.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Now that they had the GA protocol droid aiding their cause, unbeknownst to it, the group looked like regular inspectors. The appearance of the group os STARS was anything but who they truly were. The common passerby's not giving them a second glance, they were fortunate they were all able to silence their force signatures. Ryak was slick to hack into the droids database and sync it up with that of the STARS, it would make it much easier to access the ships.

Moving along to the hangar, the prospect of seizing one of the larger corvettes had filled the Anzat with great pleasure. Though the realization of this soon came down on him. It was far enough that they were deep in enemy territory to capture, or steal, their ships, but to go as fa as to procure one of their military vessels was just too risky.

The Anzat nonchalantly moved over to the docking terminal, one of many that filtered through the back edge of the hangars. Tapping into its database, all those on the floor would have access to the terminals, Vixur searched through all of the ships that were currently docked in the hangar. Coming across a mint YT-2400 light freighter, Vixur saw this as a perfect opportunity. It seemed that the ship was just added to the GA manifest, it was practically a new ship. Logging off of the terminal, the Anzat walked back over to Ryak and the others.

"Tobek, I think we should begin with the new YT-2400 freighter. It would be quick and easy considering it is practically just bought fresh from the manufacturer."

 

[Bubák]

At first, Avreet thought their cover had been blown, but soon realized the droid mistook the Acolyte for it's previous owner. How did it get there anyway? Avreet smelled a trap, it seemed very suspicious, but didn't say a thing. As long as the machine showed them the way, he tolerated it. Maybe it would be woth a try goving it to some Imperial technician and get some info on this Lutomi. The woman must have been a Jedi since the droid thought it was Xotomi when she dressed like a Padawan.

'Tobek' told the droid what to do and also gave him a believeable story why would he look at the ships. The droid's presence allowed them to get through the checkpoints, although Avreet noticed a few weird looks towards him. No wonder, why would a bunch of ship inspectors bring a child along with them? The young Mon Cal knew he had to part his way soon unless he wanted to explain how related those other people were to him. He couldn't toss it at one of them being his brother or father.

His thoughts quickly drifted towards their goal, capturing a ship. While they could theoretically take over any of them, there wasn't enough of them to be able to fly the bigger ones. Vixur's idea seemed almost without a risk, but capturing something so small? Four Sith being sent just to capture that?!! Such a small ship as YT-2400 light freighter didn't seem to be worth it. But they were inspectors, after all. Surely the good Alliance men and women would glady take them for a short flight...

The boy turned to their leader, the Twi'lek. "Mister, since you are here to inspect the ships, do you think you could take one of the bigger ships you are getting to Ryloth for a short testing flight? I would love to see how it works! And possibly meet my father, he works on one of those big ships as a crewmember. I am sure the commanding officer would agree to take us for a flight, and if not, he could be persuaded, since you have the power to do it." The boy suggested, making it look like he referred to the position from the view of a naive child, but in reality, he meant mind control. That meant they would board some of the big ships as inspectors and Avreet as a son of a crewmember, once there, they would use the Force to influence the mind of the commandind officer, and make them fly straight to the Imperial space. The crewmembers flying the ship wouldn't know about it, so there shouldn't be any danger to the STARS. Once they got to the Imperial space, they would take over the bridge and contact the Imperial forces.

 

[Mistress]

To say that the droid was a talker would be an understatement. This droid was a rambler of useless facts such as the carpentry, textiles, tapestries and crap the like. Xotomi knew it was giving a tour, and she didn't like the attention it could draw them. It made her extra agitated. "Hey! Metal-Head! Consider it rusted for a while; won't ya?"

The droid turned its head as it tottered along, unable to compute. "Pardon?"

"Shut it up," Xotomi commanded it.

"I hate when you call me that! It's is so demeaning!"

"I know," she remarked rather intimidating. However Xotomi is amused to learn just now that her twin has addressed the metal contraption in the exact same manner. It felt good!

It was so good to reach the hanger, uneventful. There weren't too many people around who were already crunched for time that they bothered with onlookers. It's true the group looked at the fleet with awe, just the same as anybody else! She felt like a kid in the candy store, if you could say that about a Sith, -which you had better not. And this Sith wanted the most succulent of prizes, the BIG SUCKER!

The Mon Calamari kid had voiced her desire. And Xotomi looked at the Master intently, wishing he could feel their willpower. 'Lets hit this place where it hurts, Master. We can do it.' It felt vibrant, the challenge. Xotomi likes the spunk of this kid!

 

[MasterTyvokka]

Ryak looked around. There was one large corvette and a pair of shuttles that could take them to their choice of cruisers or even dreadnaughts. The shuttles were heavily guarded as was the large corvette. These ships would not work and would be too difficult to take without attracting too much attention. On the other hand there were a number of small freighters, fighters and support ships. These would be easy to steal, too easy. The really left one option, a gunship that had been recently finished and delivered here to be crewed and supplied. According to the station database it currently only had minimum crew and was not as heavily guarded as the others.

First thing Ryak did was to dismiss the protocol droid as they didn't need its services anymore. He then made his way to the Justice-class Gunship. There was a pair of guards outside of the loading ramp. Ryak walked up to them and carefully exerted his mental influence on them as he spoke, "I am Tobek Fenmore assistant to Senator Bar'lain of Ryloth. We are here to inspect this ship on behalf the armed services committee." The guard paused for a second as if considering it and then waved them past up the ramp.

 

[SwineOfTheSkies]

5 Minutes Earlier
A Justice Glass Gunship, Berric thought. He had never given control of anything this size before but he enough to fly and command it at the very least. His black boots had hit the steel floor of the ramp up to the Gunship after a quick salute to the guard standing outside of the ship. It didn't take the Rogue Wing pilot to long to find his way to the bridge where he found his costems co-pilot doing a systems check before launch. Berric placed himself down on the seat next to the co-pilot's in the bridge and took a few moments to get situated with the controls. Berric was still unsure himself as to why he would he put up for a mission with the Alliance Navy instead of the usual Rogue Wing operations but I guess they might of underestimated the power of bacta treatment and figured that the pilot was fit for duty but not for the fast paced fighter action Berric was used to but they were wrong.

"Oh sorry sir, I was just doing a systems check, Ensign Grav at you service, sir.", Said the young male human that sat to the left of Berric. With the nervous tone in his voice it wouldn't be too difficult for Berric to tell this would was one of his first flights.

"Right, well how does she look?"

I'm sorry sir?"

"The ship,is everything good, ready to go."

"Oh right, sorry sir, yes sir everything seems to check out fine we're just about ready for flight."

"Great.", After Berric lectured the Ensign he continued to inspect the systems that lay before him shortly before a voice came over the intercom.

"Flight Officer Kelso,we have a visitor from the Armed Forces aboard."

"Copy that.", Berric said in response to the intercom while he tapped his fingers on the dashboard beside the nervous co-pilot who was doing a third, fourth or even fifth check over of the systems, most likely to be sure that he wouldn't receive any hostility or regret down the road.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Noting that the gunship would be a much better target, though a bit more risky, Vixur followed master Ryak aboard the boarding ramp. Passing the two guards who did not stop or protest their arrival, the hidden sith clearly not on the crew manifest. Ryak's influence in the force a clear indicator that they would unlawfully board the ship no matter who opposed them. Though they had to keep their mission clear, they had to continue to pose as inspectors to the ships so they could get away with not being on the manifests. Each with their own form of identity, they walked onto the Justice-class Gunship unopposed.

While on, the Anzat took notice of all the security protocols and locks, if there were any. Checking for all emergency exits on the ship, it was large enough to have many, too many to count. They would need to use these exits to kick the crew members off when they were finally discovered. They could not commandeer the ship without its crew noticing.

 

[Bubák]

The droid companion was becoming quite annoying, so Xotomi had to put it back in it's place. It surprised him that the thing claimed to hate the way it's owner called him, meaning it had some weird programming making it think it could feel emotions. What a piece of junk. At least their leader lightened the mood, apparently understanding what the young Mon Calamari Acolyte meant by taking the ship for a test flight. The trio of feared 'ship inspectors' approached the guard near a small gunship. Avreet would have taken something larger, but he guessed the bigger ships posed too much of a risk. This one should be a piece of cake.

The Master introduced them and truly, the guard let them in. Excellent! Everything worked in their favor, and the teenage Acolyte could only hope it would stay that way. Each of them boarded the ship and no one seemed to notice, really. They must have thought that any dangerous individual would have been stopped by the guards.

Avreet knew that to avoid drawing too much suspicion towards their group, he had to part from the STARS team. A kid being with an inspectors for no apparent reason might make someone take a closer look at them and actually discover none of them was who they claimed to be. The boy turned to the Sith Master, "Sir, could you please call me when we'll fly through the space? I would like to see the stars!" Obviously, this meant that after making the commanding officer fly to the Imperial space, Ryak would call Avreet to the bridge, so the Sith could discuss their next plan. Avreet already knew how to dispose of the crew, but he wanted them to fly this ship for them. Controlling this whole thing in just three people would have been a pain in the butt.

The Mon Calamari happily took off and run through the corridors, meeting a group of soldiers who briefly glanced at him. Nobody paid any attention to him, to them, he was just some kid, maybe a new technician since he was a Mon Calamari and as everyone knew, every single Mon Calamari was a technician. Stereotypes. To do something useful, he went to see if the escape pods could be controlled and disabled from the bridge, or if he had to do it manually. He didn't want some Alliance soldiers escaping, after all!

 

[Mistress]

Xotomi figured she appeared to be there for a security measure, so she would play the part. But with Jedi, she wasn't sure exactly what or who she should appear to be protecting. Was it the Inspectors? The station? The ship? The private citizens, like the kid back there? Be assistive to the crew? Instead of messing things up by talking, Xotomi kept quiet and waited for some clue from the Master to be given as to how else she might be useful. But then again, would that appear odd?

Usually she can serve a useful purpose, such as fighting. It's usually the same old deal every time. Two sides meet, they clash, heated words are exchanged and the Sith wipe the smiles off everyone else's faces. It's always the other guys' fault, of course. But this NOT fighting fiasco is just too damn difficult to wrap thoughts around. It's kind of putting a damper on the whole Mission deal.

 

[MasterTyvokka]

Ryak watched as the Anzat checked the ship's security. This was smart and his actions could easily be explained away as part of the "inspection." Ryak also let the Mon Cal acolyte wander off. He was curious to see what the young acolyte would do and what his plans were. Ryak noticed the ship was starting to move and luckily for them it appeared that the ship was about to leave the station. This was perfect as it would make it easier to convince the pilot that he was here to inspect the ship.

"Come with me Master Jedi, and also my assistant I will need you as well." Ryak said speaking to both Xotomi and the Anzat. They soon found the bridge and Ryak approached the Human who was giving. "Hello, I am Tobek Fenmore assistant to Senator Bar'lain of Ryloth. I am here to inspect the ship and furthermore I have instructions requesting that as part of the test route you travel to outside of Nazzn." Ryak then produced some documents detailing the instructions and Ryak fake credentials. The documents were made by the STARS ID services and would be virtually identical to originals.

Another part of Ryak's plan was the location he had chosen. It was still within Alliance space so it wouldn't throw up any red flags. For to ask the ship to be flown into Imperium space on a mere inspection mission would not be wise. However it was also close enough to Imperium space so that the Imperium fleet that would intercept it would not have to venture far. Furthermore this Imperium fleet would be disguised as a pirate fleet so the Imperium would not be suspected.