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((Like I said, sometimes you got to let the magic happen, rather than force the situation.))

((Tarkins Teeth do you guys do alot of OOC when I'm gone.))
As the Auric Runner made its way through the blue tunnel of hyperspace, Cale fiddled with controls and nobs upon his consol.
From the co-pilots chair, Rain sat clad in her normal garb, her armor stowed elsewhere. she scrtached at her crew cut and cursed.
"Bloody hell. I look like a damn Imperial cadet." She snarled.
"well they probably have a salon where you can grow it back on the Venture." Cale said as he fiddled with the controls. "While we're there we can look up some contacts for those ships we jacked. Theres bound to be a market for 'em during this war. That and we can order up some parts for our ships."
"This before or after you hit the gambling parlors and skin bars?" Rain asked dryly.
"After. Pleasure before buisness and all that."
"Of course." Rain sighed and scratched her head. After a moment she looked over to Cale again. "What are you doing over there anyway?"
"Trying to pin down some unusual disturbance in the electrical system. Something is draining the power from the cables."
"A mynock?"
Cale shook his head. "Nah. Nothing that big. Its real small, like its getting grounded somewhere. Its nothing big, but I like to make sure my ship is running full spec."
"It looks like you're just pushing buttons at random."
Cale paused and looked over to the woman. "Its Technical." he said in an annoyed tone."Thats why I'm the one flying the ship, sister. I know what I'm doing."
Before Rain could respond, the ship dropped out of Hyperspace.
Before it, orbiting the world of Ithor, was a crimson star destroyer marked with numerous adds. Holographic avertisments played out in the space around the ship like a bizare energy field while a variety of freighters came and went through the vessel's hangars and docking tubes. nearby floated a pair of Ithorian Herd ships, taking advantage of the Errant Venture's continual stream of merchants and visitors by offering their own services.
"By Tarkin's teeth." Cale muttered."Its the galaxy's largest sandflea market!"

" Novara.... how good of you to come. " Drako turned about in the captins chair. Drake moved his cape and Vonet was bound and gagged.

" Well... you see i do not play. You have been busy Novara. Cale... is he a good captin as the stories say? Hrmmm? " Drako force gripped the blaster he held and laughed.

" You of all people should not try and fight me. You know my power. Be smart and do as i say. "

Drako got up.

" Your going to get back my station. And you will do it now. " Drako and Drake walked passed them all and went to the turbo lift.

" Dont fail me Novara.... " The lift closed.

The lift doors opened and Drako and Vonet walked out. Getting into PR1M3 they took off back to the Arcane.

Drako grinned as they flew back.

"The slow boat out, you say?" Mordranna asked Rook.