Taking his place in the captain's seat, Zerenis cracked his knuckles like a pianist before he took the controls for the ship.

"We've got no better options at this moment in time. It's either that or put up with the scarlet twins lording over us and berating us for letting them go. I'd prefer to put some distance between them and us first if they do get away." Zerenis said, as he guided the ship out of the hangar.

"Izumi, get on the guns. This is going to get messy." The Chiss Sith said as the ship flew towards the spaceport where Ashtev and Mark's respective vessels were docked.

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"All cargo is on board and secured, master." The Protocol droid said, retracting the landing gear and closing all hatches, and began to steer the ship out of the hangar.

"All or nothing now. If they hit the Cargo Hold, I'm going up in smoke. Here's hoping the shields hold." Mark said, as the vessel launched forward into the skies. He trusted the droid's piloting skills, but in matters of life and death, he preferred to man the guns himself.