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Your eyes track the warship flying off through the sky of Ravaath, knowing that whatever their objective is, it will not be one of good. If you could split up your party and somehow board both the hauler carrying the thousands of captured civilians imprisoned by the raiders and the warship, you would, but you cannot. There is only one ship at your disposal, and your glider can not reach the speeds required. You are forced to gnash your teeth as the singular vessel flies out of your sight as you approach the plain and uninteresting hauler. The hangar bay has five rows, all stacked with parked slaver ships, all the same class of vessel just copied and repeated. Slowly, the shutters slide down, covering the rows until only the final level is visible from the exterior. You slide the ship through the tightening gap with inches to spare while holding a bated breath, praying all the while that the sliding doors will not crush you.
The small ships haphazardly cover the deck, there is no free space for you to land on because of the unordered parking, so you think like a pirate. With the ship you are piloting, you ram another parked vessel, pushing it away, giving you the needed space to land. After the action, you then think of the poor people trapped inside and cringe in a guilty wince. Rationalising it to yourself, the excuse that you are saving them appears in your head but does little to dissuade your guilt. Whatever, it is done, you need to focus on your next move. Trying to save these people before this ship warps back into Hutt space.
You and your comrades meet in the main hold; you and the rest of the Jedi stand around the central table looking at each other. The echo from the buzz of combat still flows through your bodies, making all slightly twitchy. Claire places down a communicator in the centre of the table, on the other end of the call are the three Jedi Masters still planet side. What remains of the local security forces on Heliux are mopping up some of the stragglers left behind by their compatriots while the rest of the cities have their troops on high alert. The Republic commandos are in their dropships, trailing the solitary cruiser flying through the atmosphere of Ravaath from a distance due to the mounted laser cannons that would swat them out of the sky like a gnat.
Master Jalen’s voice is projected out of the device sitting on the desk, loud and crisp for all to hear and understand. “Well done Master Porro and Padawans, for making it aboard when we couldn’t. It is clear that the hauler and the cruiser accompanying it are moving to leave the system. As soon as the ships jump, they will be in Hutt space, and we will not be able to cross that border without sparking an incident, if not a war. Furthermore, the Hutts reject the notion that it is their men and their ships that have done this act. This is something we will investigate later, but now our top priority is to stop the vessel you are on.”
