"We will need someone to stay and look after things here while we are away," Sora says as they walk, glancing at Ak-Yev.

"I hardly think that will be necessary," Bane replies, "Your uncle is dead, and I don't think any of these guards are going to be in a hurry to cross us again anytime soon. Besides, it won't be long until the long list of enemies we seem to be quickly amassing will come looking for us here, and I don't think we want anyone to be around to meet them."

Sora seems to see the logic in Bane's logic, and does not argue further, pausing only to issue a series of orders in Sriluurian to one of his lieutenants before following the others out onto the platform on which the freighter is docked.

"We're flying all the way to Onderon in that?" Aurra snorts as they approach the vessel.

She grunts as she receives a rather forceful shove from Bane.

"Secure her in the cargo hold," he instructs Zirak as they ascend the boarding ramp, "And keep an eye on her, will you?"

"Sora should be the one who keeps an eye on her, since he's the one prone to randomly husking whoever is closest to him," Zirak objects.

"We do want our aurodium... But fine," Bane allows, waving a dismissive hand at Sora as he makes his way off to the cockpit.

Malar's Fist lifts off shortly after, swiftly ascending through the cloudy atmosphere and into the expanse of space above. Its hyperdrive glows brightly blue, then in a flash it is gone.

The majority of the journey is uneventful. Sora spends his time meditating on the cargo hold floor, a few meters from Aurra, who is cuffed to the frame of the ladder leading to the engine room below. Eeth seats himself beside him and the two spend most of the journey debating the tenants of the Jedi code and the living Force. Ak-Yev stands guard outside the crew's quarters inside which Zirak meditates, while R5 trundles about the ship, monitoring systems and trundling into the cockpit to complain to Bane every hour or two.

It is moments before they arrive at Onderon that things start to go amiss.

"...but I still do not see how murdering innocents can be the will of the Force?" Sora shakes his head as he sits cross-legged on the floor of the cargo hold.

"Those who support Veers and his Stratocracy are not innocent," Eeth says patiently, "And this is war. We are not murderers."

Aurra rolls her eyes as Sora opens his mouth to respond.

"Will you two wermo's just stop-" she breaks off as she begins to splutter and choke. A moment later she slumps sideways, unconscious.

OOC: Aurra Sing rolled 21 using 1d20+12. Fortitude.

"Wha-" Sora says, rising as he too begins to choke before collapsing.

OOC: Sora Bulq rolled 23 using 1d20+9. Fortitude.

"Nerve toxin!" Eeth warns Sora, a moment too late as he closing his eyes in meditation and ceases breathing. His eyes flash open a few seconds later as he glances sharply about, igniting his lightsaber.

OOC: Eeth Koth rolled 34 using 1d20+16. Fortitude.
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In the crew quarters Zirak and Ak-Yev simultaneously begin choke and collapse in unison.

OOC: Zirak Derasir rolled 16 using 1d20+10. Fortitude.
Ak-Yev rolled 14 using 1d20+9. Fortitude.

Protected by his helmet from the nerve toxin, Bane sits in the cockpit, quite oblivious to what is happening throughout the rest of the ship. He flicks a switch and 'Malar's Fist' exits hyperspace. The planet Onderon fills the viewport before them, orbited by its jungle moon of Duxn.

"Beepity-boop-beep-bloop-beep?" R5 beeps from beside him.

"I don't care how much they're worth on the black market," Bane says darkly, "We are not hunting Drexl. We've got enough crazy things trying to kill us already, thank you."

R5 gives a sullen beep, before trundling begrudgingly out of the cockpit.

Bane continues to direct the freighter towards the approaching planet, but stiffens after a moment, tilting his head to one side as he senses the consciousness of his companions slipping away. Instinctively he reaches for his rifle which rests against the console beside him, but he pauses as he feels the dull clunk of the muzzle of a blaster rifle being pressed against the back of his helmet.

"Don't move Bane."

"Can I help you?" Bane replies sourly. He nevertheless pauses obediently mid-reach to his rifle.

"You can," comes the even reply, "You can turn this ship around and take it back to the Arkanian Legacy immediately."

There is a beeping as several buttons are pressed on the nav computer behind him.

"The coordinates are set."

Bane relaxes as he half turns to survey his captor, a man in a battered suit of Mandalorian armor.

"Boba Fett," he groans with unconcealed resentment, "Didn't Xizor trust me to get the job done?"
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"It has been nearly a month, Bane. You can't blame Xizor for getting impatient."

Fett does not move his blaster away from Bane.

"I have everything under control," Bane replies defensively, "This situation is a bit more complicated than-."