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“I think that I’ll keep the pods on.” She said. Informing flight control of her intentions she began to practice with the touch and go weapons system. She would continue to practice, past the shift change for flight control. She line her fighter up with the rack and dock, watching as her display board would indicate that the pods were attached then fly out, orbit the Bathurst before starting the process all over again. She practiced until the light for her fuel reserves came on and she called the tower, requesting clearance for landing.
She throttled down her fighters power to below 5% before her ship entered through the magnetic shield, using the rudder she maneuver her fighter back to it’s resting place and started to shut down the power as the ground crew approached the unpainted ship. She cracked the canopy open and pulled her helmet off her sweet soaked brow, she sat in the cockpit a few moment, making notes in the journal. She climbed out of her fighter and the only thing on Aurora’s mind at the moment was to head for her room, peal out of her flight suit and step in to the shower.

Koren stopped to catch his breath, ducking down and resting against the side of the hallway. He was heaving worse than a Hutt that had to get out of bed.

Alright... Hangar cleared. Infiltrating station. Heading to first objective; security station.

He was talking to noone, in all reality. But it helped him assess the situation, a habit from his old days working with a Squad. He had stunned the small group of soldiers in the Hangar and dealt them swift death for marking his helmet. It was too easy, but thankfully he knew it would be more of a challenge inside the actually drydock.

His first objective was to reach a security checkpoint and disable it's surveillance. For this... he'd have to interrogate one of the troopers he'd killed.

Fierfek. Alright, I'll just have to find some poor sod and ask him some questions.

So Koren began skulking through the halls and entered the first room he found. As soon as he brought himself to bear, he found three soldiers looking him down. After a few seconds of staring and realization on their parts, they reached for their blasters. Koren had already fired two shots to the chest and head of the first trooper and he dropped like a lump of beskar. The other two were luckier. They brought their guns to bear and Koren leapt out of the way, rolled to the side, and charged the nearest one. He connected his ribs with a good headbutt, right as the man was bringing his rifle butt ontop of Koren's back. It was mutual pain, but Koren could take more. The man flew back into his ally and the two fell to the ground, along with Koren. He quickly propped himself up and lunged with a clenched fist at the trooper trying to get up. He fell back down and Koren crawled ontop of him, beating him senseless and the man flailed in defense. All of a sudden, a foot connected with the back of Koren's head and he fell to the side, looking up at the third trooper, grinning as he brought his gun to bear at Koren's throat.
But before the man could fire, a big hole appeared in his head, from the jaw up, and he collapsed, obviously dead. Koren thanked the manda that he had a blaster pistol. Shaking off the dizziness of the headkick, he got up and picked up the still living man, sitting him on a chair and tying his hands behind him.

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Cene successfuly withdrew from the Mansion, fighting her way through what resistance she encountered and stole one of the security forces own airspeeders, falling back to her starship and ditching the speeder.
She set course for Nakara's ship, her mission accomplished within reasonable expenditures to make the pay off worthwhile.

Soon she was within sight of the ship. She hailed the Sith Vessel, requesting clearance to land.

Footsteps echoed through the nigh empty hangar, a tread that announced a presence to whoever was within.

Standing in the center of the yawning Hangar door was a man dressed in a loose grey jumpsuit and a hooded, camoflaged poncho with a utility belt and bandoleer. The hood was pulled low over his face, concealing all but his stubbly jaw. Sithtrooper forearm bracers covered his wrists and the backs of his hands and Sithtrooper boots were on his feet. What was left of the armor the man had wore was gone.

"Your powers are weak, youngling. You should not have come." Pash said as he strode confidantly into the hangar. "I have done no harm to you or anyone under your command. All I wish to do is leave in peace. But you impede that. Leave now before your life is forefit."

Pash halted twenty meters from the sithling.
He smirked and held his hand out palm up and fingers extended.
"So be it. I shall show you the folly of your perceptions."
The air around Pash seem to waver as though he were standing in a mirage. It seemed as though he were channeling powerful energy to dispatch his foe with the full fury of the light side of the Force.
And then his hand rotated and he pulled back, as though pulling on something.
The Sith's underwear was suddenly yanked up high, forcefully and painfully, like a wedgie delivered by a Wookiee.
"Now. May I please leave the planet?"