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[Kyapi-kyapi]

It's so... beautiful...

The skipray blastboat Starskipper was truly a beautiful ship, well-kept and clean, and the muse of many of the less seasoned pilots in Mos Eisley's Docking Bay 82. The sleak chromium coating and streamlined design of the vessel made it one of the most aesthetically pleasing ships in the region, though it would have been obvious to a more seasoned pilot that function had been sacrificed greatly in favor of form. It had been largely stripped of its weapon systems, presumably in favor of a luxury interior, though no one could quite confirm that suspicion. Still, even with its beautiful and envy-inspiring appearance, most passersby gave the ship little more than a covetous glance as they passed by. All except for one.

As sentients of every species imaginable hustled by, worried about their agendas, or - more often than not - their lives, a small dog-like Shistavanen girl, no older than 10, crawled out from under the rear stabalizer fins, grinning widly with glee. Despite being an utter failure with machines, Kyapi-kyapi couldn't keep herself away from them. Indeed, the alley she had learned to call "home" was littered with the remains of what were once droids, before she got her paws on them.

Kyapi stood and stamped one foot into the ground indignantly, crossing her arms and glaring at no one in particular.

"Kyapi-kyapi wants it."

She pouted slightly and turned back to the ship. Forgetting her indignance as quickly as she had found it, she rand back to the ship, hopping up and down wildly.

"Kyapi-kyapi loves it, yes she does!"

She rubbed one hand across the surface, smearing some dirt on it from her ridiculously oversized glove, looted from one of the corpses the cantina seemed to throw out almost daily, as was the rest of her clothing. Nothing she wore seemed to fit her right - her shirt and shorts were several sizes too small, and her gloves and boots looked big enough for her to live in. Her short, matted fur and enormous, disproportionate ears only worsened the effect, making for quite the humorous little creature. However, it may have been this oddity that had kept her alive thus far - after making her home behind the cantina and surviving on the leftovers that were thrown out by the management for years, she had eventually been adopted as the Cantina's unofficial mascot. As a result, she had often been given full meals by the occasional visitor who felt sorry for her - and, from time to time, by Wuher himself.

A jumble of old, beat up weapons rattled on her belt as she moved along the ship, more spoils from the abandoned corpses the Cantina had thrown out. She ran one finger along the hull of the ship as she walked by, grinning happily. Suddenly, she came upon a small keypad. Her ears perked up.

"Ooh, buttons!" she shouted. Her grin only got wider as she began to push the buttons at random. A small light blinked red several times as she entered the wrong code, accompanied by a soft buzz and a small, metallic voice.<o></o>


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Kyapi ignored the voice and continued to push buttons, too infatuated in the activity to care what the voice said.<o>

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((Access Denied))
((Access Denied))
((Access Denied))<o></o>


She pushed a few more buttons, but soon tired of her little game and turned away. Sighing, she leaned back against the ship, her shoulder resting against the keypad.<o>

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((Access Granted))<o>

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Kyapi whirled out of the way, her eyes as big as saucers, as the ship's hatch began to open. Fearing she might have been seen, she looked around cautiously, her heart suddenly racing. No one seemed to have noticed. Slowly, Kyapi made her way up the boarding ramp and onto the ship...

The interior of the ship was every bit as luxurious as the exterior. The walls were painted in the same chromium coating, showing Kyapi's reflection on every surface. The floors were covered with a lush pink carpet, and a sweet smell drifted through the comfortably cool air of the ship. Slowly, Kyapi made her way through the ship, admiring every nook and cranny of the starfighter-turned-luxury cruiser.

Kyapi let out a cry of pure joy as she finally made her way to the cockpit. There were so many buttons! Giggling wildly, she plopped into the pilot's seat, pushing buttons with fervor. The ship buckled and jerked as she activated the hydraulics of the landing gear, and a series soft hisses in the distance signified the repeated closing and opening of the ship's hatch. Ignoring this, Kyapi continued to push button after button.

After a long series of button presses, a soft whine began to echo through the ship as the engines powered up. The ship rumbled to life, its landing gear retracting as the repulsorlifts slowly rose it from the ground.<o>

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((Launch Sequence Initiated. Auto-pilot engaged. Please stand by.))<o>

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The ship groaned slightly as it lifted out of the docking bay, followed by a violent lurch as the aft engines kicked into gear, blasting the ship skyward. Kyapi held onto her seat for dear life, glancing from side to side, looking for help.

"Heeellp! Kyapi-kyapi doesn't know what's happening!"<o>

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((Voicprint not recognized... Scanning...))

((Voiceprint scan complete. New pilot autorized. Security systems updated.))<o>

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Kyapi blinked in mild confusion.

"Voiceprint? Kyapi-kyapi doesn't know what that is..."

The ship lurched again as it blasted through the outer atmosphere of Tatooine, then slowed to a stop.<o></o>


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((Autopilot engaged. Input coordinates.))<o>

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"Cordisants?" Kyapi asked, scratching her head in confusion.<o>

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((Destination confirmed. Preparing for jump to Coruscant.))<o>

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Kyapi still sat in the seat, scratching her head. "Kyapi-kyapi doesn't understand..." There was another sudden lurch as the ship began to speed up again. After a few moments, Kyapi's eyes grew impossibly wide as she watched the stars begin to elongate, filling the entire viewport before her, until they finally gave way to the mottled blue of hyperspace...<o>


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Kyapi was awakened from a long slumber by a loud, incessant beeping from… somewhere. She furrowed her brow as she looked for the source of the sound. Suddenly, the same metallic voice she had heard before spoke over the ship’s intercom.
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((Hyperspace jump complete. Prepare for reversion to realspace.))<o></o>



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After a few moments, the ship lurched slightly, and the mottled blue of hyperspace began to fade away, replaced first by starlines, and then by the image of Coruscant. It was a sight unlike any Kyapi had ever seen: a great glowing orb, bustling with life in every possible spot. Starships fluttered around the planet like Dekk flies around the cantina’s garbage heaps.
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Kyapi looked around, wide-eyed, as the gravity of what she had done suddenly hit her. She glanced down at the controls as tears began to well up in her eyes.
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“Kyapi-kyapi is lost!” She began to beat on the controls, and, in the process, flipped on the comm. “Kyapi-kyapi is stuck! Kyapi-kyapi doesn’t know how to fly! Someone help Kyapi-kyapi!” Her cries for help soon became unintelligible as her tears began to drown out her words. She finally abandoned speaking and just wailed, hoping someone would, somehow, come to her rescue…

[Khaowan Tarbrea]

Coruscant wasn't safe for anybody.

At least anybody that wasn't associated with the Galactic Empire. The tarnish that found nest in every sector of the known galaxy was in remark of the New Order. Turmoil soil every citizen's hands, as everyone seemed related to the Galactic Civil War. Little innocence could be found in the cracks of the splinter regions. Eyes sparkled as the glare of Stormtrooper armors parked before households for demolition. Demise rose a long fields, turning plains into ditches for bodies.

Faces were forgotten under the sacred trooper helmet. Idenity was an unnecessary commodity in the times without the Republic. Democracy died in the hand of the Iron grip, and any fool that saw otherwise was stamped out by the hard fist of the powers that be.

The ease of the Galaxy rested in the bowels of the Empire. They were a necessary invention. The New Order was in existence for one thing, and to keep order. Khaowan was a product of the change, and triumph of the new galactic darkness. A Zabrak, by default he was embedded on a lower status than the renown human species. Work pushed him through the ranks, and soon he sat within the Imperial Palace with his hands warp to control his puppets.

Many troopers had found their death by the orders of their superior, but it was unlikely that the orbiting vessel would be anything more than a routine inspection. Khaowan sat aside in his office, eyes trained to the image provided by the vid-droid planted on a nearby Imperial ship.

"I'm not the one to give the order, but I have a feeling...

Check it out. Over and out."

[Raurn Tarplas]

The Gungan was tired.

The many ships that rested about Coruscant almost mirror the crowds on the planet. From afar it seemed like an audience for a ship show, or something ridiculous of that sorts. All the piloting, and adventures that had led him back to the Core Worlds were far too puzzling for the old outlaw to regard. Instead, his mind and eyes were fixed on a holo-chess tournament he had set up on his datapad.

Slump in his seat, his fingers went to work. Even the slightest move could configure defeat on such a high level of competition. Time had given him the patience to work well in such pressuring situations, but experience had also tested his savvy.

Everybody else that competed against him had the bite to match their bark. Everyday they troubled themselves on the improvement of their minute skill sets, developing into masters of such a feeble matter. Certainly Raurn was engross in the chess-pieces, but it wasn't going to be his life.

So, without heed, his head popped up as soon as the alarm signal his attention. He knew that his ship wouldn't bug him if it wasn't important, so he took the nudge as a time to shut down the holo-game. A leap lurch him over to gape at the oncoming vessel.

A big cruiser was on it's way, with an Imperial insignia pressed on the side. One of the ships in the bundle of space was in trouble, but he was certain he wasn't the one. He hadn't done anything wrong, plus his comm. link and frequency were public. Nobody had to go busting in if they wanted his attention...but he watched.

He was in old man, he needed excitement in his life.

[Za'in]

He hated Coruscant.

All the big crowds, all the faces, all the aliens. All of it was just simply sithspit. Everytime he thought it'd be nice to take a visit to see some of his family he was caught in a jumble of traffic. People wanted to shift lanes, leap into hyperspace, and lost patience just like he did. It'd be better just flying on the planet in a speeder than stuck on the outside of the big mudball and watching.

An eye observe the crowd, while his hands ran across the panel. The comm. unit was alert with more messages than he cared to respond to. Another visit to Zeltros had left relations that he shouldn't have involved his ship frequency in. Day-to-day the calls came, but he didn't even list.

He knew exactly who it was.

That girl needed to get a life.

"Frag! Speed up! Frack, frack, frack."

The cussing only got worst as the Imperial ship sled pass, followed by a few fighters. Someone was in some deep poo-doo.

[Araib Musbunig]

Westport starport was trouble. Everytime he thought it best to board and dock his ship in their holds, it became a problem. He wanted to leave, he had to stay, or something of that sort. There was little room for a Twi'lek to get upset though. A second or two with the authority would have him deported back to his homeland in ball and chain.

It was stupid to complain.

Although, that was all he could do. A blaster wouldn't be of any worth against that hard Imperial armor.

Word had spread that some vessel had disturb the rested beast in oribit, and was going to have some investigating happen. Nobody cared, but everyone wanted to take flight. All the disruption had called for emergency landings until the show died down. Stormtroopers were perched at every entrance, their secure blasters placed close to anyone's head who decided to flinch. Clearance wasn't handed out, and the complaints were high - but no one listened.

Humans were the only ones to complain anyways. That Coruscanti accent when working with anger sounded more like a squeel. It annoyed the Twi'lek. He had to deal with it, so he just sat down and waited.

And waited...

And waited...

[Stormtrooper]

Imperial Stormtroopers were trained in many facets of the Galactic Military fields. Inspection was only one of many, and the squad peer behind their mask with expert precision. The blasters were geared up as the accelerator belts restrain the sudden change of speed. The cruiser moved with a smooth glide through space, nearing closer to the victim vessel.

Eyes tracked at the head of the bridge, eyes forged to train on the ship. Only moments before the comm. sequence had been played throughout the shuttle, and confusion was transformed into distrust.

The rant sounded almost too awkward to be perceived as a serious chant, but the Captain had taken the situation as a pedestal for another great medal. If the ship was owned by a terrorist, as expectations listed, then certainly the elimination would be another notch on the squad and leader's belt.

The ship was only seconds away from coming within distance for a external inspection. The armor was specialized for outer space walks, and the troopers were prepared for anything as the leader barked out orders. Commands had been settled, and all the screaming was almost incoherent - but it excited them all. They were ready.

Absolutely ready...for anything.

Anything beside something fuzzy, JK-045 was allergic to fur.

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

Rakkel sat up in his chair when the frequency he'd set his comm to filled with crying. He didn't catch all the message from the beginning but the continued sobbing began to drown out his thoughts, he activated his comm system.

"Hush up, would you." he barked over the line, "Help's on the way..." Assisting people at Coruscant. What's the Galaxy come to.

It took a second or so for Rakkel's computer to get a fix on the transmission's origin, thanks to the heavy traffic around the Capitol Planet, but eventually it locked onto the blastboat. The system read out Starskipper and began providing additional information. Rakkel looked at his scanners, local authorities were closing on the vessel along with him. It wasn't gonna be a good day for whoever the Starskipper's pilot was.

"Authorities are en route, not good for you." Rakkel spoke, he hesitated a moment, but again sobbing drowned out his thoughts. He'd assist the whelp. Be my one good deed for the day.

[Kyapi-kyapi]

(OOC) Ok, I'm back now. Shouldn't have that trouble any more. :D

Kyapi-kyapi sniffed softly as a voice finally broke through her crying.

"Help... is on the way?"

She broke once more into wailing, though these wails were a different kind - wails of joy, rather than the wails of panic she had been unleashing moments earlier.

"Kyapi-kyapi cannot thank you enough! You are Kyapi-kyapi's-" she broke off. "Authorities? Not good for Kyapi-kyapi? What does stranger mean?"

She stared wide-eyed at the incoming ship. It was unlike any ship she had ever seen before, and it was flying toward her at incredible speed.

"What is that?" she thought aloud. She wasn't exactly certain what was coming, but she had a bad feeling about it. She reached back and dug her claws into the pilot's seat, clinging to it tightly as she sank down into it.

"Kyapi-kyapi is... scared..."

She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, shaking visibly in fear.

"Someone... please... help Kyapi-kyapi..." She sniffed softly, tears falling across her furry cheek. "Kyapi-kyapi doesn't know what to do..."

[Khaowan Tarbrea]

The young man's eyes stared off onto the screen as the plan was laid out. A decadence was going to lay onto the unwanted ship, and despite the various other shuttles abound it was clear something was awkward about this specific one. The very ship had come from an unspecified direction, and unloaded in Coruscant space with readiness that was unwarranted.

One click sent the message through the intercoms. All the soldiers were alerted for caution. There was a problem amidst, and although Khaowan was quite intrigued - there was a chance that question could be answered within the small vessel.

He watched carefully as teh screen displayed the ships connecting for a docking. The stormtroopers would soon be in, sending all the information necessary for a deeper analysis of this trivial problem that Khaowan had grown to fester on.

He didn't like to fester, he liked answers. Soon...answers would come.

[Raurn Tarplas]

The show had just started, and despite the vividness clear from the cockpit, he was too transfixed to realize his body leaning in. The action was starting to speed up as the ships connected, and space carried the echoing sound of looming terror.

Whoever the vessel owner was, they were in for a rude awakening.

[Za'in]

"Wow?"

The ships outside were enormous, large...intimidating. Yet, Za'in had long lost interest. The pilot had taken his eye to some fizzy-pop, a pastime that many space voyagers had come to reminiscence over. All the terrors of the earth could be shatter with a quick sludge of the fizzy-pop down the throat.

A smile forged across his lips as he glanced down at the small can. Inside juggled a swig of numerous materials, but he could care less. Few cared about their diets in the galaxy, and he was happy to consider himself one of those folk.

One more swig gave him the satisfaction he needed, as the alarm of his comm. unit echoed throughout the vessel. He ignored it, but he was still a bit irritated by that Zeltron.

"Why does she persist...."

[Araib Musbunig]

A hum eased through his ears as he watched the port channels cancel. Something was happening up above that Araib rather not meddle in, so it was best that he stayed on the ground. A lot of trouble had stirred up around the galaxy as of late, and Araib was the last face to be amidst the bunch locked in some far off prison on a dustball.

Coruscant seemed a better place to be than a forgotten planet in Unknown space.

Araib had heard the tales, stories and lores of many people that had managed to go in and out of those prisons. Any foolish antic in the skies could demand a shot from the Empire in these marshall law times. People didn't do stupid things with the Galactic Empire around...otherwise they died.

Eyes fixed to his datapad, he pressed against a seat as he listened in for any change in schedule. From the looks of things, he and many others would be stuck on Coruscant for a while.

[Stormtrooper]

White...

Endless white.

Darkness didn't carry the connotation it had in other worlds in the Galactic Empire. White shroud the galaxy in a fear, pouring a reign that was symbolized in the extremes of colors. Black and white were the only hues of death for many that tested the Empire, or walked on their sacred grounds. Demise rose amongst the imbeciles who denied the Iron Grip of the former Chancellor turned Emperor.

Once, there was a variation. Colors sprinkled across the armors, categorizing and individualizing the numerous faces who moved amidst the battlefields and defended the peace. Justice had been forgotten, and along with it the freedom of self.

Stormtroopers, completely loyal, stood as a symbol of such a concept. The demands had long been set, and their follow was large. Feet beat against surfaces of numerous planets about the Galaxy, spreading a siege that few could believe with their ears - but definately with their hearts. Anguish settled in the air of many worlds, leaving silence as the garrison were established and a gray shade sled across the world's vibrant.

This was no different occasion, just a change in setting.

Feet beat against the vessel's inside as the stormtroopers spread out. The ships had been connected, forcefully, and the opening had been closed with readiness as the Stormtroopers blasters were lifted for the danger ahead. One slip around the corner was done with ease, and slither that the flexible, strong armor allowed.

An eye peaked into the cockpit, finding exactly what JK045 despised.

"Furry piece of---"

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

Full burning thrusters pushed the bulky light frieghter Lasym to the Starskipper and the leech connected to it. Always a disgusting sight Imperial boarders, Rakkel thought. He eased the Corellian YU-410 around the coupled ships from starboard to face their cockpits. Anyone with a view inside of them could see four double laser cannons pointed directly at them.

This was the gutsiest of moves Rakkel had ever pulled, and in thought the stupidest. He was preparing to threaten Imperials above their capitol. It would be his death sentence yet somehow he was driven to continue with his actions. What am I getting into? A flick of a switch and a channel connected to the boarding craft.

"Imperial vessel, withdraw." The word came through ominously, "This vessel and it's occupant are under my protection and authority."

Now will I be shot at, questioned, or arrested. Maybe all three. Rakkel prepared to activate his weapon system in case it got heated, well more so than it was already. He hoped some level headed officer would reply respectfully, or cowardly and submit to his order. 'Cause that's likely. Rakkel smirked at that. He held his hands steady over the console.

[Kyapi-kyapi]

Kyapi sniffed silently in her chair for several moments before the soft click of plastoid footsteps broke the silence behind her. She slowly rose her head and turned to look behind her, hoping help had come at last.

"Is Kyapi-kyapi-"

Her eyes grew wide with fear as she saw just who it was that had just made his way into the cockpit. At least twice her height, lacking any defining facial features, the creature reminded Kyapi of the maintanence droids she had seen on tatooine. But this one was different, and, somehow, scary. She let out a soft whimper - that of a young, frightened puppy - before losing her balance and crumpling onto the floor.

"You- you're going to help Kyapi-kyapi?"

Her voice quivered with fear as she asked the question. The strange droid was holding an object that looked a lot like the toys she had strapped to her belt, gifts from the bartender at the Mos Eisley cantina. Had the droid come to play with her?

"Kyapi-kyapi doesn't want to play right now!" She whined, her shrill voice no doubt carrying much farther than she intended. The tears continued to fall down her cheek as she spoke. "Kyapi-kyapi just wants to go home!"

Whether or not this thing had come to help her, Kyapi couldn't erase the feeling of dread that suddenly pervaded her body. She slowly slunk backward, away from the percieved machine, until she felt her head bump against the underside of the control panel. She yelped, surprised to have touched anything, and scampared across the cockpit, her claws making a soft pitter-patter on the floor of the ship as she moved. Finally, she found a maintanence panel that had somehow come open of its own accord during the flight, and scampered inside, whimpering softly as she peered out into the cockpit.

Kyapi-kyapi is going to die, she thought to herself.

[Stormtrooper]

A sneeze parted the stormtrooper's curses. The small furball had disturbed his focus, sending his anger into a boil. Behind the hold of his armor sway the smell of the furry hide, his eyes nearly swelling as contact was made. All of the distraught was hidden behind his dreadful exterior, but the helplessness created a contrast that his comrades could only laugh at.

The furball was useless, and weak. There was no need for a fear. The troopers glanced down as the little alien scamper off, but the humor died with a quickness. In a swift pull, the triggers became the only focus as the small squad's eyes peered through the cockpit.

From the frontier rested a terrorizing vessel. Another foe had presented itself, but the danger was so foreboding that it could be swallowed. Although the ventilation parted many hazardous breathable chemicals, the adrenaline in the troopers veins forced the air to come in and out at speed that rushed their movements into a blur.

A channel set back to the base. Khaowan needed to know, and backup was necessary. Whoever this person was...was going to die.

Die, soon.

[Khaowan Tarbrea]

"What?!"

In the silence of the office, roar a voice in disgust. The thin layer of Zabraki accent exploded into a thick language of incoherent words. Khaowan's outburst slowed to a muse as he glanced off to the side, his eyes targeting the display. The holovids capture was barley seconds behind, yet he managed to be startled.

Surprise riddled his mind as his hands dug into his pockets while he took his formidable stand. Command was not a speciality of his, for his objectives focused on the internal interactions of the Empire not the external. The military was an extension of the public galactic soverignity, not the private formation.

However, the young operative held numerous contacts in his datapad. One string had to be pulled, and all would be fine. Yet, the turmoil was becoming far too large and spilling into a public altercation. The time had come, he would have to publicize this minor confrontation - he was enraged.

"Trivial matters shouldn't blow up like this"

[Araib Musbunig]

Chaos exploded through the Westport, and Araib's keen senses were captivated in the hysteria. Disorder explored the many ports, as the patience had dwindled and transformed into disdain. The eruption's trigger rested above as eyes pointed in dread. Dark vessels spear through the clouds, parting them in a vigor unparalleled.

No known ship wield such speed in the public sectors. The situation above had clearly grown into a conflict beyond the simpleton's interest. Intrigue wrestled the people's senses as they speculate, knowing of the possibilities growing into a war that the citizens feared.

Any war so close to home could leave many in a scary run. Yet, Araib was quite comfortable amidst the confusion. Despite the evidence, it had become clear to him that the problems didn't demand a true offensive onslaught. Araib had seen the rear ends of the Empire before, and the vessels that had taken to soar above were a sham to the raw power of the Galactic Empire.

Either way though, someone was in some deep poo doo. Deep poodoo!

[Raurn Tarplas]

The ships were coming. Raurn wasn't happy.

He wasn't happy at all.

"Oh, frell!"

[Za'in]

Za'in was young. At times, he was even young minded.

It didn't take much to bore the youth, and even with the stir that floor other spectators, his eyes had been dragged to a different land. Pressed against his pilot seat, head back, he was taking...a rest.

"Zzzzzz"

The young pilot flinched as the ships blasted pass. A smile growing on his face as his dream land captured another beautiful woman to dance with. Oh, how he loved his dreams. He really hoped nothing would wake him up...

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

No response... Ah, quite the opposite. An alert sounded on the console signalling to Rakkel that fighters were inbound and targeting him. A rappid set of key strokes and flipping of switches brought the weapons' system alive.

Kicking the thrusters to full and bringing the ship's bow up hard and into a twist Rakkel aimed to face the oncoming flight, he'd be ready for 'em if they engaged. He openned the comlink again to the Imperial ship.

"Disengage by command of the Inner Circle. This is your order, and only warning."

Another bluff but a strong one. Rakkel knew of the Inner Circle only through rumors. The same rumors having lead him to Coruscant in the first place. It was said the Inner Circle were a branch of Emperor Palpatine's Secret Order. The Order being an elite group within the Empire composed of dark side practitioners and individuals strong in the Force. They held a high status in the Empire but remained out of the spot light.

[Kyapi-kyapi]

Kyapi's face distorted in sheer terror as more of the strange machines piled into her cockpit, each carrying his own toy. Somehow, Kyapi didn't feel like playing with these droids, but perhaps they would only help her if she played with them first.

"You... you want to play with Kyapi-kyapi?"

She slowly pulled one of her own toys from her belt - the label on the side said DL-44, but she wasn't really sure what that meant. She just knew that it made pretty lights, and, for some reason, all of her friends seemed to fall asleep when she played with it. Maybe the stormtroopers were sleepy, too?

"Kyapi-kyapi isn't sleepy," she said. "Kyapi-kyapi doesn't want to play, Kyapi-kyapi wants to go home." She raised the toy in the air, laying on its side in both palms to show it to the white droids.

"Kyapi-kyapi does have some toys. If Kyapi-kyapi plays with robots, will robots take Kyapi-kyapi home?"

[Stormtrooper]

Alert, and prepared - shocktroopers disregarded their name. Shock rarely filed in a Stormtroopers profile, and their minds moved by the miles and kilometers. Length of motions, maneuvers and sequence danced in their minds as loyal hearts dictated their severe actions. Disaster struck in accordance to their spite, and silence disturbance filled their masked faces with glee.

Daily affairs on useless backwater lands swarm their unsatisified craves, as moments that sparked adrenaline for some. The some...were few, and occasions which demanded, instead of implied, death were rare indeed. Blasters became an ornament for many, and the small squad settled in the foreign shuttle found no fault in blood-spilling. The very intent in their existence rested in death; demise fueled their purpose and design their destiny.

So, without halt, the lead roar a command. The furball found her friendly droid's toys pointed in her direction, while a small sect to the side dived to the hallway, proceeding back to their ship. The shuttle was meant for human cargo, but had a small weapon to be utilized.

Only a few motions and gestures had been given, and all was clear. The ship outside that had taken interest in threatening the Empire would be handled by a double-sided assault. No one would get hurt, at least on the Galactic Empire's side.

[Khaowan Tarbrea]

"Inner Circle?"

Khaowan knew of the inter-workings of the Empire. The requirements for his very position in the ranks requested for such understandings, and knowledge - but he was not convinced. The frequency brought evidence to a bluff, yet there was no room for error in such acts.

A connection had to be created for verification. Any further actions, however, had to be halted. A shout echo through the comm. units as the assails weaponry was prepped, but still. No one was going to die...just yet.

[Raurn Tarplas]

"Za'in! Za'in! Pick up! We're gunna die!"

The screams urged his face to flare with terror. Anybody in the presence of such formidable odds in space could only come to the conclusion of a horrible end. The Galactic Empire was infamous for their...sudden strikes. Business had to be handled, and he didn't want to die so soon.

He hadn't even seen his new-born daughter yet.

[Za'in]

The beep was ignored. Za'in turned over in his seat, stuck his thumb in his mouth and kept meddling in his mind. All those girls, man he loved it.

[Araib Musbunig]

A few soldiers moved amongst the crowd, keeping everything under control. The chaos had dulled for now, but Araib was completely convinced. Certainly above everything had been handled, but the uncertanity amidst the patrons seemed vast.

Araib didn't feel safe...not one bit.

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

Rakkel blinked. It worked? It worked! Lasers hadn't splashed against shields as they should have when the fighters had come within range. A feeling of uncertainty started to grow however, was this a win or just a stand still. The comm remained silent where Rakkel had expected a reply. Time was going to waste, and he did not approve of that.

Leaning forward over the console Rakkel reached to a small space where loose articles could be placed for easy access. One such article being a handheld comlink. He picked it up and dialed it to the frequency of the Starskipper, thankfully the line was still open and he could hear the goings on. Apparently the boarders were having difficulty capturing the occupant. No sounds of blaster bolts, that's a good sign I think.

Quickly Rakkel thought about his next move, or possibility of moves. They would be decided based on the reactions of the Imperials. Make a promt reply, doesn't pay to get on the bad side of a member in the Order.

[Khaowan Tarbrea]

The channel had been created, and Khaowan leaned in his chair. The office space held room for comfort, and so he took advantage. Albeit, not the eldest occupants of the Imperial Palace, he was quite calm. Very calm, actually, in the face of such distraught.

Khaowan was known for such attributes. The traits designated from a disciplined lifestyle that had managed to place him amidst the sea of human flesh in a xenophobist galaxy. The Galacit Empire was shroud in hatred, and Khaowan remained standstill against the faces of darkness. He was not of light, far from it, but he barked and bit back anytime someone tried to put him down for his species.

He had jumped over the hurdles, and this was just another one.

"Who are you?" A simple question, but the operative didn't expect a simple answer.

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

An odd reply, well maybe not so odd, the person on the other end was probably uncertain of accepting an order from a unknown claiming to be a member of the Order. A reasonable request. One which Rakkel would grant seeing as his name had no history attached to it save for a few bank accounts, licenses, and civic records. None of which would cause suspicion.

"My name is Rakkel Thunderwing." He spoke firmly followed by a short pause, then with aggitation said, "Your boarding vessel is failing to disengage. Am I to determine who you are and see that your command status be withdrawn for failure to comply to my order?"

Knowing more questions would undoubtedly follow he let his aggitation grow true. If this conversation were in person it would have been over immediately as it began ending in Rakkel's favour. But oh no, it must all be done in shadow. My character unseen, only my voice to speak for me.

[Kyapi-kyapi]

Kyapi-kyapi's ears perked up as the strange droids brought their toys into playing position. She really didn't feel like playing... but she needed help. She didn't know how to fly this thing, didn't even know to whom it truly belonged. She had been hoping the droids would be programmed to fly her home, but, they seemed to be more interested in playing with her than helping her.

Reluctantly, she held her toy in one hand. It had been a while since anyone had played with her. Why couldn't these droids have been around when she was lonely and cold on Tatooine?

"Fine, Kyapi-kyapi will play. If Kyapi-kyapi plays, will robots take Kyapi-kyapi home?"

She held her toy in hand, pointing it toward the white machines as she waited for an answer, her tiny paw barely able to hold the thing. Her two front claws rested lightly on the trigger.

[Stormtrooper]

"Kill the furball!"

The commander's voice echoed through the helms, and not a moment was spared as movement sent the group in a spread. The ground beat with the plastoid footsteps, beating against it in a practiced rhythm. Eyes peered through the dark visors, staring down on the menacing beast below. One bellow screeched through the armor's husk, heard throughout the cockpit as a shot flared.

A sparkling spectacle of defense hit the enemies blaster. The weapon sprung from the critter's grasp, as the Stormtroopers prepared themselves for another step in defense.

Subduing the little guy was best. Despite the villainous intent with the raise of the blaster, it was quite clear from the sentients detachment that the magnitude of the moment was quite clear. There wasn't room for destroying the small beast without further understanding of the intentions. Khaowan's orders had kept them within the bounds of injury, not killing. The commander was rash, but he had to be.

No one would listen to him otherwise. Everyone thought he was a joke ever since that incident back in the locker room...

"Frag!"

The commander dived and threw his arms around the small furball. A quick clutch kept the childish figure from a swift evasion, but it wouldn't last long. The others quickly took to their gadgets, searching for something to hold down the thing for good.

[Khaowan Tarbrea]

Rakkel?

The room grew cold. Khaowan hadn't betrayed his calm as he leaned in his seat. The connection was firm and the abscence of his voice singe through in a static silence. Confusion swiped him of an immediate response, even with the angry threat. All the movements of an Imperial Intelligence agent worked within calculation, not abscence, so he did not allow himself much uncertainty.

A quick sigh separated his thoughts as he lifted himself from his seat. One click of his finger hit the data pad's console, calling for a background on the name. Diagnostics showed very little association to the New Order, with the exception of simple things.

Yet, there was much to be analytical about. The voice held strong demand, but the impression remained...an impression. Khaowan's impulse sent a thread of puzzlement at the interaction, there was no holo-feed. Apparently the opposition didn't want to be seen, hoping to leave room for a shroud of mystery. Albeit, the figure was of an Inner Circle that Khaowan had so little information on - it was quite apparent that the Imperial Intelligence should be informed on such...strange occurrences.

In sort, the Zabrak wasn't convinced. At least, not as of yet.

"Do not threaten me. Rakkel Thunderwing, who are you?"

The risk was high. If it was true that the man was a member of the mysterious group, he would certainly be stripped of his status - but it was worth it. He had control of this situation, and the slightest loose of his grip could be horrid.

[Araib Musbunig]

An itch pester his back. He rubbed against the seat, trying his best to scratch at it. Twi'lek weren't known to be so itchy, it sort of bugged him. Ryloth was such a nice place to be, he hoped he could get back there after this whole ordeal.

Coruscant was dirty. Really...really dirty.

[Za'in]

Deeper...

Deeper...

The finger went deep. A voyage so few can survive without a messy retreat, but it went on courageously through the infested insides. Slumber could not reverse the instinctive act, it was unstoppable. One quick pull back, and the nose was cleaned. Not a second later, and the booger was sitting on the digger's tongue.

"Mmm," he hummed, pleased, as he kept on with his sleep.

[Raurn Tarplas]

He was impatient. The calls kept going out, but not a response had come yet. Outside the stand still was growing more tense, and he didn't want to be close, he didn't even want to be far.

He didn't want to be here!

[Kyapi-kyapi]

Kyapi blinked in surprise as a red light show knocked her toy out of her hands. The droids spread out through the room, pointing their toys at her. Before she could pick another toy from her belt, though, she found herself in the arms of one of the droids.

Kyapi let out a muffled cry of surprise as the robot rolled onto the floor, her muzzle pressing rather uncomfortably into the robot's plasteel plating. Strangely, the robot smelled... human.

Suddenly, a small, out-of-control civilian starfighter appeared in the viewport, undoubtedly piloted by some teenager out on a joy ride - it was obvious that the pilot had never flown a ship before by the way the fighter jinked back and forth. At the very last moment, the ship pulled up, bashing against the top of the Starskipper before blasting into deep space.

The ship lurched violently in the starfighter's wake, overloading the Inertial Compensators and sending the entire company off balance. The... thing's grip faltered, and Kyapi was sent hurling through the air, back toward the maintenence compartment in which she had been hiding. She landed just inside the compartment, the force of the landing causing a discharge in two of the toys worn on her belt and sending red light cascading across the room.

Kyapi slid the rest of the way into the compartment, and the door slammed behind her, another result of the impact. Kyapi quickly regained her footing and tried to open the compartment, but to no avail - the door had closed outside its track, and was now jammed in place. She began to beat on the compartment door, her muffled cries indescernible through the durasteel cage that now held her captive.

Why was this all happening? Who were these people... why did they want to kill her? For that matter, what did that word, 'kill,' mean, anyway? Kyapi began to cry once more. She just wanted to go home - back to tatooine. She didn't have anything there, she had been living in a crate her entire life, surviving on scraps thrown out from the cantina, and entertaining herself with the toys they through out day after day along with their sleeping owners. Even so, she wanted to go back... she was scared, confused, and she just wanted to go back home.

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

The sound of blaster fire, and then an impact from a truly rogue ship brought Rakkel back to his goal. See whomever was paniced to safety if they hadn't suffered a heart attack yet.

Rakkel became fed up with this new question, one which had already been answered. There wasn't time for twenty questions. The Imperials had opened fire and his authority went unobserved.

He spoke loud and clear, "I am the end of your career if your men do not cede control of the ship when I come aboard. I shall be contacting my associates in the Bureau, immediately. Thunderwing out."

With that he closed his part of the line and sent a tight beem to the surface of Coruscant. It would no doubt be noticed and tracked, but it's destination would take forever to find.

Still got buzzards out there, best keep an eye on them. Rakkel set his targeting computer to lock and track four of the fighters eager to punch holes through his shields. If the fighters fired, his guns would return it. He then set his autopilot to dock with the Skipray's emergency hatch. It was smaller then a regular entry so he'd have to use the ventral hatch of his own ship to board. Not a problem this time. Not wearing a robe so I can't step on it and slip on a rung.
In under a minute he was watching the seal indicators go from red to green as the connection was pressurized. A sensation that someone would be waiting for him brushed over him as he made his way down the steps. He reached the small access panel on the Starskipper's hatch. It was a simple mechanism, but had some safeguards. Ones which could by bypassed with a thought, and were.

What waited inside Rakkel could only guess. He readied himself to let go of the rungs, and come crashing down boots first atop a waiting foe as the hatch opened.

[Za'in]

The boyish snooze was disturbed. He had lasted many alarms, but the bugging had finally got to him. One sleepy eye opened, drowsy as ever as he peaked out at the reality around him. There wasn't a girl in sight, and he felt more alone then ever - but his mind was more focused on the sound that destroyed his dreamy world.

Before he could lift his head in search, the beep echoed once more through the cockpit. The control panel off to the side alerted him of one more call. The call just one of 55 messsages.

"I wasn't asleep that long..."

[Araib Musbunig]

The problem hadn't been solved.

The docks were still clogged with disgruntled customers and pilots. No one was allowed to leave the port without clearance, and there wasn't a chance in the seven rings of hell that any would go up there without Imperial control. Araib still was quite calm about the situation, but the disdain grew about him.

Soon, there would have to be a response. All the anger would leave seeds of hate for the Galactic Empire that...normally wouldn't matter, but on the capitol could be a problem. Plus, the situation was apparently out of someones jurisdiction.

[Raurn Tarplas]

The Gungan was mad. Really, really mad - so mad he could eat an apple. All the messages hadn't gotten a single response, so he got a little hungry in waiting. The standstill outside had suddenly melted away, and he could even see one of the Imperial ships heading off in the distance...

"Hmm?"

[Khaowan Tarbrea]

"Frell," he cursed under his breath. The channel had been broken, intentionally. The last threat didn't sting - Khaowan knew something was wrong about all of this. Yet, he was a savvy and keen about his reactions. Agents had to be controlled under such stressful occurrences, and altercations shouldn't melt their demeanor.

In a steady touch, the signal trickled through the units. Squads deteriorated as retreat calls demanded a change of attention. The mysterious man had come for a mysterious ship, he was going to be allowed to have it. There was no room for his disruption any longer, beside his pride pushing him to act foolishly.

The Zabrak knew to acknowledge his senses before his pride. Albeit the situation had grown strange, awkward and the reports within the ship had detailed a fury little critter, it seemed more of a mishap than worthy of a lengthy conflict. Yet, that did not mean the agent wouldn't hold a grudge.

"I got his name..."

A devilish smirk sled across his lips as he backed out of his office into the halls. Shadows of darkness hid his movements as he walked down, an echo of his footsteps pressing an eerie aura in the cold air.

[Stormtrooper]

The shots rung, but they were gone. Before the wretched mistake could turn dastardly, the troopers were fleeing back to their breaching ship. In moments, the vessel had turned about and followed the fighters back to the service.

Although the beam had caught the attentive soldier's eyes, their target had become seedless. There was no need to dig any deeper into a futile mission, but that wasn't the trouble of the small squad. Instead, they were more confused by the sudden recall. Of course there was something troubling being handled outside, yet it seemed that the Imperial agent had all under control.

Apparently...something was wrong. Very wrong.

The team did not dwell on it much longer. Before long, the ship was docked back down on the surface and clearance ran across the ports. Clearly, the problem had grown to large for an Imperial agent to stick his neck out for. The little squad have to fun with this story, especially JK049. He always laughed when JK045 had any problems with his allergies.

[Araib Musbunig]

The ships were off.

Araib followed suite. Signals echo through the channel in orbit as the resolution painted itself above Coruscant. Thousands of ships lined up for the inevitable end of confirmation, and docking sequence. Araib had to meet up with his friends.

One click on the comm. unit sent the message to the small private network. No matter what the two were doing at the moment, they would hear the Twi'leks soothing tone ease through their busy heads.

"Finally I'm off that dump. So, lets get movin' - we got a job to do."

[Za'in]

The young pilot listened in. Another message had blared through the cockpit, but it wasn't that ol' Gungan accent tearing his ears to shred.

"Well I never thought'cha get up 'ere. Lets move it then!"

[Raurn Tarplas]

"Yousa buncha dung-heads, yaknows!"

The old, grumpy man couldn't help but smile. Finally, the wait was over and the Empire was gone. He felt at ease...he'd see his daughter someday soon.

And without a halt, the three vessels headed off for hyperspace. Coruscant really did suck.

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

Nothing. Nothing, not a single blaster aimed at my head. Rakkel leapt down onto the deck. He heard the sound of the Imperial shuttle disengaging.

"Hello?" He asked, "Anyone aboard?"

He focused on listening for a response. Rakkel cautiously walked to the forward interior of the craft. I can't believe I got away with that. I bluffed an officer of the Empire, on his capitol world. This'll be a great story to share if ever I find someone to listen.

"Hello?" He said again, loudly enough that it could be heard throughout the craft. "Help's arrived!"

[Kyapi-kyapi]

Kyapi thought she heard something, but, through the durasteel hatch that held her prisoner, it came as little more than a muffled hum, and could have been anything from the ship's engines whining to Kyapi's imagination. Nevertheless, Kyapi took heart in the little ray of hope that was shining through to her, and she rammed her little paws into the sealed hatch as hard and as quickly as she could.

"Kyapi-kyapi is in here! Kyapi-kyapi is stuck and can't get-"

Suddenly, the hatch burst open. Kyapi, not expecting the door to open suddenly, quickly lost her balance and tumbled out of the hatch, rolling across the cockpit floor and out the door, coming to a stop conveniently at the feet of a tall (to her) human male.

She looked at the man, dazed, unable to bring her confused mind together enough to form words. After a few moments, an enormous grin crossed her small, fuzzy face. She jumped up from the floor and began hopping around the man, cheering with glee.

"You is here to help Kyapi-kyapi! Kyapi-kyapi knows it! You is here to help!"

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

Rakkel looked down to the creature with curiosity as she danced around. How is this at all possible? The logical thought process of his mind echoed as it slowly fell apart.

"Yes..." he spoke slowly with a nod, "You're the one who flew this thing and wailed over the comm in distress?"

The young one's hoping in circles began to make Rakkel slightly dizzy and he found himself heading for a seat.

[Kyapi-kyapi]

Kyapi stopped dancing abruptly, blinking a few times in apparent confusion.

"No... Kyapi-kyapi doesn't know how to fly. The ship started talking to Kyapi-kyapi, but Kyapi-kyapi didn't understand... Kyapi-kyapi doesn't know how Kyapi-kyapi got here. Kyapi-kyapi doesn't even know how Kyapi-kyapi got on this ship." Her gaze suddenly became distant. "Kyapi-kyapi just wants to go home..."

She looked at the human, her eyes beginning to tear up. "Can you take Kyapi-kyapi home?"

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

Rakkel couldn't help but feel sorry for the lost child. He wondered how such a situation came about, he'd do his best to make it right.

"I'll get you home." He sighed, "Wherever your home is. What world do you come from?"

[Kyapi-kyapi]

Kyapi blinked, all of the sudden looking quite confused.

"Kyapi-kyapi... doesn't know. You don't know where Kyapi-kyapi's home is?"

She stared at the man, showing the whites of her eyes and looking quite pathetic... as if doing so would somehow impart divine knowledge on him and lead her home.

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

"No sadly I don't." Rakkel felt horrible at letting the young one down.

Think Rakkel, think. There's got to be some way of finding her home. Ships don't come from nowhere. That was it! The ship had to have a point of origin. Surely it would be logged in the computer's system, unless this was a blind jump. Cause that happens in the Core.

"Kyapi-kyapi, that's your name I assume, can you show me where you pushed the buttons which got you here?"

Rakkel needed to lift the kid's spirits, he judged the best method was to involve Kyapi in solving the problem she had.

[Kyapi-kyapi]

Kyapi scratched her head in obvious confusion. "B... button? Kyapi-kyapi didn't push a button... The ship asked Kyapi-kyapi about Cordesants... and then Kyapi-kyapi was here."

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

"Hmm... Well perhaps if we asked your ship where you came from we could find home."

Regaining his mind and logic, Rakkel headed to the cockpit satisfied that he would find the information he required to send Kyapi on her way. His mind now pondered about the bigger problems brewing on the surface of Imperial Center.

No doubt his every action in Imperial Space was now under review by that less than helpful Imperial who was smug behind a desk safe on the planet. Real Hutt that guy. The only events that would possibly throw up red flags were some incidents of trespassing at several museums in the Core Worlds. Nothing all that bad which may have never even been put on a Galactic record. No one even reported those missing artifacts.

Taking a seat at the helm he tried accessing the computer only to find out the system was locked down, manual access was anyway. He spoke clearly recalling the name of the vessel. "Starskipper, state your previous port before jumping to Coruscant."

He waited... No answer. He spoke again and received the same result.

"Why don't you ask?" He said to Kyapi. "Probably knows you."

[Kyapi-kyapi]

Kyapi looked at the human for a moment, then nodded silently, turning to face the computer.

"Conputer... um... Where is Kyapi-kyapi's home?"

There was no answer, again. Looking around, Kyapi spotted a small readout displaying a schematic of the ship, many parts of which glowed a vibrant red, others a dull orange. Pointing at it, she looked at Rakkel, piqued with curiosity.

"What's that picture for? It's pretty!"

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

"Damage display. Your ship has taken a hit. No wonder the computer isn't responding. Looks like we'll need to put to port to fix this before sending you anywhere."

Rakkel looked out the viewport and at the busy hell which was Coruscant. He hissed low and balled a fist, cursing himself in thought.

"We put down and those Imperial bastards will be looking for us. Damnit. I'm gonna slave your ship to mine and we'll head to InvisiSec. That should give us enough time on the planet to fix you up and evade them."

Rakkel typed in a few commands and input some minor overides into the Starskipper's console. In a few minutes the ship was linked with his.

"It'll be a rough ride in this ship, you may want to grab your things and climb up to the freighter."

[Kyapi-kyapi]

Port? Slave? InvisiSec? These words were all foreign to Kyapi. She scratched her head in confusion as she watched the human work. What was he talking about.

"Umm..." she began uncertainly.

"It'll be a rough ride in this ship, you may want to grab your things and climb up to the freighter."

Deciding it would be easier just to nod and follow... Kyapi nodded, and followed the human out of the ship. Once they had arrived onboard the freighter with which the StarSkipper was docked, she stopped, staring at the man in wide-eyed confusion.

"Umm... Where is we going?"

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

The interior of Rakkel's ship was dark as night. The vessel's lighting was nearly all off except for a few overhead panels, which indicated access ways, and a couple of small multicoloured diodes on panels along the walls. Rakkel prefered the darkness onboard ships, his eyes never needed to adjust anywhere and he could see as well as if the ship were illuminated. This darkness also made his ship difficult for others to navigate and gave off a rather eerie feel. The sounds of the ship were familiar to any vessel except for the light music which played throughout the passageways. No lyrics, just a steady rhythm.

"We're headed planetside..." Rakkel said hoping that would be enough of an answer for the kid, then he added, "...To the ground."

Once the airlock was disengaged with the blastboat Rakkel sealed the hatch and took Kyapi's hand, guiding her to the cockpit. Once there he pointed her to a seat.

"Buckle up."

[Kyapi-kyapi]

Kyapi blinked, smiling happily. "To the ground? You mean Kyapi-kyapi is going home?!"

She started to hop around the man again, but before she could take her first step, she was whisked off her feet by the human as he grabbed her paw and began leading her through the ship. Struggling as they moved, she tried desperately to keep up, but the man was moving faster than her tiny little legs could carry her, and dragging her with him. What made matters worse: the interior of the vessel was far darker than Kyapi's eyes, accustomed to long days under the overly bright light of two suns, could adjust to. As a result, she found herself being clumsily drug along behind the man, tripping over this and that, running into walls at unexpected turns, and generally looking quite silly as she screamed and flailed about. Finally they arrived at the cockpit.

Climbing to her seat, Kyapi fumbled with the seatbelt for several seconds, until, finally, it connected. Looking quite pleased with herself, Kyapi set back into her seat, crossing her arms over her chest and nodding approvingly.

"Ok. Kyapi-kyapi is ready to go home now."

[Rakkel Thunderwing]

Rakkel sighed as he buckled himself into the pilot's seat. This kid was about to face something radically different from her norm, whatever world she'd come from and called home would be nothing like Coruscant.

He looked at his sensor screens, everything was back the way it was when he'd entered the system. Patol ships were back on their normal routes and fighters weren't eager to pounce. Scared that Imperial off better than I thought.

Rakkel punched in a command to the Starskipper. The ship would tail his freighter into the atmosphere and follow closely after entry. Now to find a port. InvisiSec would have a place to land for sure, however locating it would be difficult. Coruscant's rotation played in Rakkel's favour as InvisiSec was coming into view.

He throttled up and the freighter moved with the Blastboat behind. They entered the que for entry into the atmosphere trailing several transports and luxury liners.

No doubt customs would double check Rakkel's story after the incident only moments ago at the entry station. Although Rakkel knew they would let him pass though seeing as he'd already turned a security detail away. No one here wanted trouble or paperwork.