System: Garos
Orbit: Garos IV

"Plot a hyperdrive course. But hold for my signal. Destination: random seperatist space." Tartarus told the B1 droid commander before he left the bridge. The journey towards the lower hangar deck where the cruiser was pulled in. A dockingring had forcefully attached itself to the ship, and now several droidekas together with several B2 battle droids. The doors opened up, and a crew exited with hands raised. Except for one. The senator. He was an elderly man, but he had fire in his eyes. "If you think the republic will bend to whatever wish you have simply because you hold me captive, you are mistaken! I will not bend to Sith rule. No. And neither will Garos. You just made the gravest mistake of your dear life, sir. The Jedi will be coming for me!" the man stood tall and firm. Until a red lightsaber was next to his neck.

"I suggest you remain silent for the rest of your very short stay onboard of my vessel, mister senator. I have little interest in you." The fire in the senator's eyes whitered. And the red light vanished again. "Now. Who of you is Professor Medina?" asked Darth Tartarus. A young lady stepped forward. "My lady. I'm afraid that, contrary to the rest of the cruiser's crew. I cannot let you go. Seize her." The professor went along with the two B2 droids towards the holding cells. But never did she take her firm gaze off Tartarus. She had the same fire as the senator. But it never whitered.

The rest of the crew was quickly pushed back into the vessel. Which was then dropped into space like a dead ship. Maybe a patrol ship of the Republic would find it. Or ships from Garos IV would come to it's aid. It mattered little.