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Pash did as she suggested and drew her closer, his rifle dropping to his side as he held the attractive Sith in one arm.
"You know what they say, a soldier's life is just a long stretch of boredom punctuated by brief moments of utter terror."
Taking a moment to drink in the Sith's appearance, he continued. "I must confess: while tempting as your offer is, I've heard alot about the tricky ways of the sith, willing to promise anything and then never keeping them. You want me to accept your invitation? I'm gonna need confirmation that theres a ship ready for my...associate... and I."

((All right first post!!!! Um... I was gonna go along with the person starting upp the Baathan campaign, but who might that be again?!))

“Roger lead.” Aurora replied. She switched the com frequency to 740.
“Mother, eleven requesting group zero.”
“Hold one,” the voice on the other end of the comm. said. “Eleven you’re cleared, group zero standing by.”
“Roger mother.” Aurora maneuver her fighter up towards the Bathurst, directional thrusters firing as she closed with external racks. She jockeyed the control yoke lining her ship up and approached the rack. She was going slowly and she knew it, but she didn’t care, this was something very new to her and she wanted to get it right the first time. After she had gotten used to docking with the rack first she would then practice at being fast with it.
Aurora eased her fighter into position with the rack and docked with it. Keying in commands to her consol she watched as her board’s weapons lights went from a steady red to flashing amber, and could feel the vibrations though her fighter as the rack attached pods to her fighter. When her weapons light stopped flashing and burned a steady green, signifying that her weapons pods were in place, she disengaged her fighter from the rack and thrusted forwards, away from the Bathurst and back to link up with Ritt.

"Not bad, for a first time. Most people have trouble hitting the racks. You can drop the pods off in front of the hangar, or simply fly into the system again. It'll take only ten more seconds for them to undo your pods and reset them. Most people on the squadron can get in and out in thirty seconds. However, as a jedi, I expect you to try and beat my record of 11 seconds. Let's not break the cranes, though," Ritt said with a chuckle. "Practice as much as you want, when you're finished, dock and we'll call it a day."

"Jam all ships now! Lock it, lockit-!"
Calliga, sitting in the electronic control nexus for Siren's base of operations, had access to much of the capital city's master controls, including direct access to the starports. A trio of siren's more tech-savvy "pets" were included in the room, as to provide the hands to execute his commands.
Upon sighting the Suspected Jedi pull a sith-like double cross, calliga instantly ordered the techies to restore the lockdown electronically; bypassing bumbling officials in control towers.
Ship control consoles when dark as the command for emergency lockdown leapt across the airwaves; any ship not already in takeoff sequence was disengaged and shut off. doubtless this would make some angry pilots, but if Siren had been stunned as a security camera watched(in fact, it was the feed from the same one being accessed from the security outpost, opened in secret on the nexus' monitors as well as being viewed on the outpost's terminal.)
If anything, the flash-spreading shutdown was clear evidence that Siren being stunned had tripped a security measure, sending a message to the interloper that she was a useless ticket off-world unless she was awake and unharmed.
the lockdown continued to re-activate rapidly across the grid, warning flaring up on multiple monitors.
Calliga ground a fist into the armrest of his chair and watched, hoping siren was okay. His other hand fingered his lightsaber hilt.
"Jedi Idiot...!"
He growled in a slow rage, smoldering in fury as he waited.

((I find your lack of faith....Disturbing. Besides, this is just to stall you....)) xd

Being strong in the Force herself, Siren was able to react quickly enough to resist being pushed very far, but that cost her the moments she needed to dodge the following blast. Quickly throwing up what she could for a Force barrier, she managed to weaken the blast, but her timing was just slightly too late, only delaying the inevitable effect.

Suddenly feeling extremely tired, she tried to resist the rapidly growing fatigue, falling foward into Pash's chest, holding herself up all she could by embracing him again. " I'm yours. Just be gentle... " she weakly whispered, just before darkness overcame her, passing out as she started to slide down against him.

A sleek black prototype Bes'uliik fighter hovered in space in stealth mode slowly circling the larger ship curiousity having gotten the better of it's pilot before it jetted heading for Roon.