"Indeed," Bane nods, sounding genuinely impressed, "Very well, I admit that you are one of the most skilled droids in the galaxy. Now can you stop waving that thing around?"

Sora breaths once more in relief, before glancing about the cockpit.

"All right, we need to find Sella. And find out who did this to the ship."

"Those two statements may be the same," Bane replies darkly.

Sora sends him a skeptical glance.

"Come now, when has she ever given you reason to believe she wants any of us dead? She wants me alive to go back to her Stratocracy for trial, and that is all. No, this is the work of some local gang, I would guess."

"Or your uncle," Zirak suggests, "He might have tracked us here."

"True," Sora allows, looking pensive, "If so he is more relentless than we had thought."

"The ship has an onboard recording system," Bane points out, "It's nothing fancy, but it's serviceable and might provide some clues as to our intruders' identities, assuming they didn't disable it."

"Good idea," Sora nods as R5 brings up the recordings stored in the system.

The ship's recording equipment seems to consist of a single camera, situated just within the entry ramp corridor. The footage from the camera is intact. Either the intruders were not aware of it, or else assumed it would be destroyed along with the ship when the detonator went off.

The footage shows the entry ramp lowering around two standard hours ago, and Zirak, Sora, Bane and R5 all exiting the ship. The ramp is raised once more by Sella after they have left. Half and hour passes uneventfully. All of a sudden the ramp begins to lower once more. Sella hurries into the frame, hand resting on the grip of the blaster at her side. She draws the blaster but is struck by a blast in her shoulder and one in her leg. Her blaster slips from her grasp and she collapses with a silent cry. Her attackers then appear into the screen. They are duros, dressed in flight suits and armed with heavy blaster pistols. There appear to be at least six of them. A pair make their way toward the cockpit, while another crouches beside Sella, searching her. He seems to find something that interests him, since after a moment he calls something behind him, and another couple of duros assist him in hoisting her up and dragging her from the cargo hold. After another few minutes the pair from cockpit return, and all the duros seem to exit the ship. The boarding ramp closes once more, and all is quiet for half an hour or so until the party return.

"It seems we shall need upgrade our entry ramp mechanism," Bane says darkly as the footage ends. Makes his way out of the ship, using the butt of his rifle to prize open a panel beside the boarding ramp. He nods grimly.

"These cables have charring on them. Most likely they have been hotwired to short open the door, and then patched up afterwards. More modern ships don't have these kinds of wires accessible from the outside."
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Sora peers over Bane's shoulder at the wires, his expression also grim.

"Any idea who these duros might be?"
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"Any ideas where we can get our ship fixed?" Zirak adds, less concerned for Sella's fate than Sora.

"There is a high quality shipyard on Falleen," Bane replies eagerly, "And I am friends with the owner. He would be able to perform the necessary modifications to make the mechanism secure, I am sure."

"Would that friend be called Xizor, by any chance?" Zirak says cynically.

Bane raises his hands placatingly.

"You asked where we could get our ship fixed."

"True," Zirak allows, before turning to R5, "R5? Can you think of a place which doesn't belong to a being who wants to steal my cube?"

"Beepity-boop-beep-dweep-beepity-boopity."

"I believe he said Falleen was actually the best place to-"

Bane is interrupted by an indignant beep.

"Yes, Bane. Stop trying to trick me into thinking he is as disloyal as you are."

"Corellia," says Bane with a longsuffering sigh, "Dian Vevor apparently used to get his ships modified there."

"You are telling me no one on this festering slime heap can repair some broken wires on a ship?"

"I have never needed to seek out any shipwrights on any planet other than Falleen," Bane replies with just a hint of snobbery.

"Beepity-boop-beep-bleep-boopity," R5 explains.
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"He only knows the shipwright Dian Vevor used, since he spent all his time on Utapau after his special modifications," Bane translates, "This is his first time to Nar Shaddaa, as Dian never had dealings this far afield."