Sektor did little but nod at Cor's directions, turning to look at Ruusaan instead. "I suppose it's time we headed off. We should start stealthily; no need to possibly damage the droid or the ship in a mass firefight." He advised, turning towards the small building near the hangar. He nodded Ruusaan off on her own way to the landing bay while lowering his posture down to a sneaky crouch and began to slowly sneak his way across the sand. Though any organic would be able to obviously detect him in his pitch black armor against the bright-colored ground, droids were less than able when it came to observation and would most likely not see him unless he began sprinting. 

Once he turned the corner to the side door, he stood up straight once again; beginning to feel around the edges of the sliding door. "Hurm..." He growled as he stared at the door, wondering how he was going to open it. He could shoot it, but that would undoubtedly rouse attention and possibly endanger their mission critically.

A thought suddenly came to him. Grabbing his knife from its sheath on his calf, he plunged the blade deep into the door-control system. Sparks flew out from the small, wall-mounted console as the door awkwardly, yet quietly, slid open. 

Smirking behind his mask, he stepped inside; drawing one of his pistols just in case anyone saw him. He looked around the small building, noticing quite a few crates and boxes spread about. He was looking for an astromech droid.

Continuing to look around, his eyes finally landed on the droid., which sat idly; doing nothing. He strode over to it, kneeling down so its photoreceptor landed on him. [i]'This Smuggler's a damned patriot...'[/i] He thought to himself before speaking the phrase, "Hail the Queen." 

As if on cue, the robot seemed to come alive before him, whirring around on its wheels. "Alright, Wrex." Sektor began, remembering the droid's name. "Come along with me, we're going back to your master." He commanded, turning on his heel. 

Just as he was about to leave the facility, a blaster score shot out; blackening the wall beside his head. He turned to look slowly, a large Devaronian holding a scattergun did *not* look happy to see the bounty hunter heading out with one of their droids. The alien began shouting at Sektor in their strange language, the tone alone signifying displeasure. The internal computers in Sektor's helmet gave a base translation. Little more than death threats, really. 

Sektor tilted his head to the side, as if in curiosity as he, in a flash, aimed his gun and fired a single bullet into the alien's chest; watching him fall in a crumpled, smoking heap. Sektor couldn't help but whistle a tune to himself as he left the facility, nonchalantly shooting other guards and workers who tried to stop him. 

He accessed the comm unit hidden in his helmet and tried calling Cor. "Smuggler. I found your droid. The guards are taken care of. Where did you want me to go next?" He asked in a simple voice, curt, but casual.