As the inspection went on Tr’an Dasheer, the inspection officer, let his gaze pass over the crew multiple times, his eyes lasting slightly longer on the Twi’lek Vika each time. He just formed his smug smile into something even more smug when he was the comm-indicator on his arm start blinking. He turned away with a wink for a second and murmured an ‘Understood Miss’ as he moved farther away from the crew.

In the Command room of the monitoring station the supervisor was still pacing around, thinking of a way to still get into the good graces of the Order. Where she saw a chance when the ship arrived carrying tracers, she was just hoping now that the ‘Enforcer’ with its clearance codes would report on the delay. She knew Tr’an would finish a small charade and end the investigation, but every moment took too long in her mind now.

Tr’an was just moving back to watch the Twi’lek when his comm started blinking again. He only had time for a sly wink at her as he again turned his back to walk past the corner again.

[i]‘Yes? You what? I’ll get co-’[/i]

He passed the corner and his voice wasn’t audible anymore. In the Monitoring station the supervisor had stopped pacing and was listening intently to the report, a slight smile appearing. A quick glance towards the asteroid density level of the field ahead somewhat deadened her smile and prompted her to sneer quick commands.

[i]‘Tell Dasheer to get their pilot into custody, and any other he thinks is able to fly, the field is at a low. Tell him to do it casually, we have reason to believe the crew isn’t fully aware. Get me more troopers in there to secure and search the craft!’
[/i]

She thought a few moments longer as several of her officers where relaying her orders as she walked to Hulpa’s booth and leaned in.

[i]‘Hulpa, guide the enforcer trough, tell him they will be free in  a moment, having him stand in line for inspection might arouse suspicion with the crew, wouldn’t it?”[/i]

She gave a sly smile to Hulpa and straightened her back again, staring at the visual projection of the Milano in wait.

Tr’an Dasheer walked back around the corner after a few moments, glancing at the Xexto pilot without his usual smug smile. Instead his eyes had gone cold and with a brisk command both Stormtroopers raised their blaster carbines.

[i]‘Marka Mussuka, pilot of the Milano. Would you walk with me for a quick interrogation, there are a couple of off wih the slaving program.’
[/i]

Marka stared at the Chagrian confused, and started talking nervously.

[i]‘That can’t be, all is-‘
‘Not here, might just be some interference from the field, but we just need a quick word on the station.’
[/i]

Dasheer interrupted and moved his hand from the blaster carbine slung over his shoulder in a calm guiding gesture towards the docking tunnel. As the Xexto made his first few steps Dasheer’s gaze went to Vika.

[i]‘Miss … Viik'ashak I have some questions for you to, back on the station. The rest of the crew can stay put, just a preliminary inquiry.’[/i]

Vika handled it better than the Xexto, swaying her hips and teasingly uttering a ‘sure officer’ as she walked along and put a reassuring hand on the Xexto pilot. She looked back before they turned the corner followed by one of the Stormtroopers, a small tug of her lip indicating she didn’t know what was going on either. Instantaneously followed by a mischievous wink that was meant to reassure, but never did...