The group waits for the admiral nearby the officer and stormtroopers. Vahlia looks around quite pleased by the formal guard. It looks to be fairly easy group if things go awry. With magic between her and Silri this should be an in and out business transaction. However there is always something that doesn’t go right. She will need to keep alert and be ready for that cue.
The Inquisitor steps forwards, heading into one of the two doors heading away from the hangar. He gestures to the other door. "You head that way. I shall travel alone." He gestures to the other hallway, and walks off.
The group leads him to the Admiral's office, where he meets the group. Five stormtroopers enter, standing around Vahlia and her people. The admiral, a middle aged man, looks up. "So, how may I help you? I must confess, I'm confused."
“We seek a sith holocron Admiral” Vahlia speaks up and steps forward to face him on the other side of the desk as an equal.
Paz grabs The Gamorean and kicks him in The Crotch before putting the barell of his Pistol in his squeeling Mouth and firing several Times. He turns back to The Administrator and shoots him in Both legs. "Now I'm pissed"
The Kaminoan screams out in pain. "Korriban! He's on Korriban! It's a small, barren world, of the charts, but I know the location, I told him where it was! The data is in my console, the password is 12345, take it and go! You'll find him in a tomb, the tomb of Marka Ragnos!"
"You tell Me a Bloody Spice Smuggler Hides on The Sith Home Planet?" He looks at Brair to hear her Opinion.
He screams again, the pain getting to him. "I swear! He heard about a sword in one of the tombs, Ragnos apparently used it, that would be worth a lot of money." He looks at Paz. "He thought that if he was going to hide, he might as well make some money". Briar shrugs. "I've never heard of Korriban. Sith? What is that? I've heard the word, but I don't know the meaning". The door opens, the female kaminoan holding a tray with an assortment of narcotics on it. She drops the tray, pulling a pair of blasters almost faster than the eye can see, certainly faster than most kaminoans move.
Paz aims at her. "Look around. Don't be stupid and don't puss Me off. Drop it or You end Up Dead" Paz says coldly.
"Leave now," she says, "or you'll be the one who dies, Mandalorian. I've been modified. I can aim for the gaps in your armour and kill you that way".
Fendrat look around for any mark of present Sith. She must already know they are here, probably watching them from the darkness. "We have to cover bombs under all three corridoors. As our squad go out, we have to located mines." Fendrat looking for small hole where last time Cara enter to put her own bombs.
With them properly laying down, Cyrus can see it. The leather around their necks, still haven’t taken it off, only just now noticeable from their position. Dannan had a teasing look in her eye, while she propped Mari on top of her, breasts pushing against each other, her eyes fixated on Cyrus, handing him the leashes to both collars that she had kept disconnected and tucked away in her dress, but now didn’t need to worry about using them in public. “What do you think?”
"That went rather will. Besides The Pig Axe part....but im getting used to that shit." They head back to his Ship
DT-L30 shrugs, and walks toward the other hallway. Making sure Fendrat was close by in case they were ambushed. He doesn't bother raising his heavy blaster, knowing how useless they are against lightsaber users. And if there were any other threats, the purge troopers can handle them. "Easy there, bud. We aren't tasked with blowing this place up. Just capturing our target is enough." DT-L30 chuckles, even though he hasn't raised his blaster. He was still on high alert, using the Force, and the advanced technology on his helmet to determine where their target was, or if there were any hostiles around.
"That went pretty well, given that you knee capped the guy. Still, we should probably leave as soon as possible". She sits in the copilot's seat.
"I think that it's time to fuck my fiancee". Snarling, Cyrus pulls tugs on the leash, dragging her face up to make out with Danann, as Mari begins to unzip the doctor's dress.
