The ship remained silent, its bright interior, discernible from the bottom of the ramp, at odds with its glossy black exterior. And then, a quiet metallic tapping could be heard from within.

At the top of the entry ramp appeared a glossy black protocol droid and an equally black astromech unit, and with barely a hint of pause, they descended to the hangar bay.

"I am C-4PL, and this is R4-G3. We come as emissaries from the Lady Vel Aath, and wish to speak with the Sith leader. We bear a message."

Unknown System, Corporate Sector Space

Connection lost to C-4NI and R3-D5.

"Oh?" She didn't look up from her work, instead keeping her eyes trained on the microscope before her, and her hands controlling two tiny spindle like arms. With a twitch of a finger, amino acids and enzymes flooded the dish, and the growing cells eagerly soaked up the nutrients and chemicals. "Pity. We'll just have to see what they do with the ship then. Though, how did they dispose of the droids?"

Unknown. R3-D5 was recording, and sent off its final seconds.

"Play it," Vel Aath ordered, stepping away from the petri dish and to the sanitation station to clean herself. A few seconds of a garbled hiss, and a horribly rendered hologram, told her all she needed to know. Brutish, to destroy the droids like that. She'd been hoping for more subtle, or esoteric techniques. "If similar damage is done to the ship, have it self destruct. Otherwise, continue with the programming."