"I did," Biggs nods, "They're on my datapad which I left back on my ship. A friend of mine has gone to fetch it. Hopefully it will give us what we need to combat the Sith."

"Indeed," Huff agrees grimly, "If the Senate actually agree to let us fight them. All this truce nonsense is playing right into their hands. I've actually got a call with the Chancellor scheduled shortly. I cannot believe I have to provide reasons to him and the Senate as to why we should continue the war. Have they forgotten Telos so quickly? Or Taris? Dantooine? Onderon?"

He sighs, shaking his head.

Biggs nods grimly.

"I am sure you will be able to convince them father. I'll get those hyperspace routes sent through shortly."

Huff nods with a smile.

"How are things going under Captain Endraln?" he inquires, "His daughter's birthday is approaching and I have a few gift ideas which are sure to garner his appreciation."

Biggs chuckles.

"Things are going just fine, father. Your focus should be on convincing the Senate. I'll be all right."

"Indeed," says Huff, glancing down as the comlink on his wrist beeps, "That's the Chancellor's office now. I have to go, but I'll be in touch regarding those gift ideas. Farewell son."

"Farewell father," Biggs grins, shaking his head as the call ends.

Kyle, meanwhile has reached Module 62, alternating between a light jog and fast paced walk as he approaches the docking bay. A light begins beeping rapidly on the comlink on his wrist as he does so, and he frowns, glancing down.

A female voice slightly distorted by static sounds from his comlink.

"Disturbance in Module 46. All nearby units respond. Blasters fired. Repeat, all nearby units respond."

Kyle frowns, picking up his pace as he reaches the door to Docking Bay 2, scanning his officer's code cylinder on the panel beside it. The door slides obediently open, and Kyle hurries over to Biggs' ship.

"Wow, Republic quality ain't what it used to be," he mutters to himself with a grimace as he reaches the vessel. The boarding ramp seems to have been left lowered, so he strides adroitly up and enters the vessel.
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It is as Kyle reaches the lounge that he hears voices from up ahead, in the direction of the captain's quarters.

Kyle frowns, placing a hand to the grip of the blaster pistol holstered at his side as he slowly approaches the room.

"Hello? Is someone-" he breaks off as he reaches the room, his eyes widening as he swiftly draws his blaster, "What in the blazes-"
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He never gets the chance to finish. Inside the room are four figures, dressed in the dark exoskeleton suits as those on Ord Mantell. Two of them, a Duros and a Zabrak, crouch beside Biggs' T3 unit, which appears to have been deactivated and which they are currently in the process of dismantling. Another figure, a lean human man, lounges against the wall behind them, while a burly Zabrak with a blaster rifle stands beside the door. Even as Kyle draws his weapon, the Zabrak raises his own rifle to blast the officer squarely in the chest. Kyle's weapon slips from his grasp as he is thrown backward against the wall behind him before landing heavily on the floor, smoke rising from his body as his eyes stare lifelessly at the roof above.
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"You karking idiot," the lean human man snarls at the Zabrak as he swiftly pushes past to examine Kyle's body, "What were you thinking?"

"He was drawing his weapon," retorts the Zabrak with a frown, "What was I supposed to do?"

"Hmm, let me think, how about sell him a story of us being special Republic agents on a top secret mission like we talked about, hmm?" the other says sarcastically, shaking his head, "He's dead. Now we'll have the TSF crawling all over us."

"We make it look like an accident?" says the Duros, shrugging, "Gas leak on the ship perhaps?"

"How many karking gas leaks can one facility have in a karking week?" the human man sneers back, "I'm not wasting time setting all that up. Finish scrapping the droid, then seal them in the storage room. Smash his comlink and hope no one finds him until we're long gone."

"I thought our informant was supposed to be keeping a lookout?" grunts the burly Zabrak, still looking displeased at being reprimanded, "How'd this curn get on the ship in the first place?"

"That is a good point. These TSF turncoats are useless, I tell you."

He shakes his head as he marches through the ship and down the boarding ramp, pulling out his comlink as he glances up at the transperisteel windowed office overlooking the bay.

"Gurnan? What the kark are you doing? And how did a blasted TSF officer end up on this ship?"
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A plump, balding human man in the uniform of a TSF officer seated at the desk in the office frowns as he glances down at the lean mercenary.

"What are you talking about?"

"What are we paying you for anyway?" scoffs the lean human, "You're telling me you had no idea that some TSF lieutenant just wandered onto our ship and got himself shot? You had literally one job up there."

"Not my fault," the plump man snivels indignantly, "There was some disturbance up on Module 46... I look away for literally two seconds..."

"Module 46? That's halfway across the station," snarls back the other, "Well, I hope you've got a story ready when the TSF come looking for their friend. We're sealing him in the ship and if I hear even a whiff of you ratting us out it'll be the end for you and your family, you got that."

The plump officer gives a whimper as he gives a nervous nod, wiping a beat of sweat from his forehead. Below him, with a final snarl the lean man storms up the boarding ramp once more.