Thankfully, they managed to escape any further interrogation before they made it back to their room, Aria spinning around to face Yerbol as he shut the door and inquired something about her feelings on their friendship and where she felt it was going. "I'm really sorry, Bol. I don't know what I was thinking. Actually,  scratch that, I WASN'T thinking and I shouldn't have done that. This is the last thing we need right now." she huffed in frustration, pulling her fingers through her already tangled hair as she tried to process a response to convey her confused feelings on the matter. "I don't mean that I don't feel what you're feeling too, I just mean that I've never...FELT like this before and I don't know what it...means." she finished, concluding with a sigh, her tone somewhat quieter as she nodded in agreement. "I'm not going to ask you to pretend it didn't happen, because I don't want that either; but I think we need to be thinking of other things first and sort...whatever this is, out later once we're not trying to stop a Galactic war. And till then you are still my best friend."

They couldn't have arrived back at a better time, for at that moment their comm units chirped again and Neta's slightly strained voice explained the situation to them as it had come through in the latest info update. Once again, they were working on a tight schedule.

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The holo projector in the middle of the room flickered with a large image of a transporter ship, the appointed members of the 'prison break' task force gathered around it as Neta and Elara filled them in on their latest up to date information from their lookouts. 
"So, Transport left the space station several hours before we thought. Not only that, but it's moving quicker too." Havok's commander sounded just as perplexed as they would feel to hear the news. "They'll be within range in the next ten minutes or so, we haven't got much time to brief you but we'll give you the important details so you're not going in blind."
Neta took over momentarily, hitting a button on the remote clasped in her hand. A red beacon flashed up on the far left hand side of the lower deck. "Far as we can tell its a converted slave transport. Prisoners are kept in Force-suppressant restraints in this brig area here. Our Intel reckons there's about five of them, extraction could be tricky but if we catch them by surprise we could still pull it off."
"And if they already know?" Aria frowned warily. "Why else would they be moving faster?"
"They could be using illegal hyperdrive modifications." Cheriss pointed out. "A precautionary measure in case Bracknell IS getting paranoid about our activities. We have been making ourselves a thorn in his side lately."

"We've got some pretty decent cloaking devices on the shuttles set aside for you, should get you in close enough to let you board the transport. Then all you have to do is slip through the emergency airlock. Security fields are controlled by a terminal in the opposite room, as long as you can get those down you should have an easy job of getting the Force users out. Then you just have to get back to the shuttles and get out of there before they can send any fighters in as backup." Elara continued. "I'd say it's tricky but you guys have pulled off far riskier stunts in the past so all I'm saying is...go do your thing, and good luck."