Khyrr was on edge, finger lightly tapping the armrest of the pilot's seat as he overlooked the consoles and readouts in front of him. He had received a contract from the Alliance to make an emergency supply run to a Corvette somewhere over Tatooine, but that wasn't the problem. The reason that the pilot-for-hire was on edge was that the Corvette in question had narrowly clawed its way out of an Imperial hotspot and was stopped less than a parsec away from Geonosis, a known ex-Imperial system. He wasn't sure why they'd abandoned the system, probably due to it having no strategic or economic value, but he still had a bad feeling about it. For that reason, Khyrr had stopped his ship, the Fury-class Interceptor dubbed 'Revenant', in the nearby Andooweel system as he attempted to scope out the space around the desert planet before he got any closer.

Taking a deep breath, holding it for a second and then slowly exhaling, he turned his head to the occupant of the other pilot's seat.

[color=firebrick]"HK, Prepare for the hyperspace jump to Tatooine but be ready on the sensors the moment we enter the system. I really don't want a repeat of what happened over Ryloth."[/color]

The Assassin/Protocol Droid said nothing but nodded at the order, metallic fingers flying across the console until the stars in the view-port warped and stretched into burning lines before giving way to the smoky blue light of hyperspace. A few minutes passed until the ageing Interceptor suddenly shunted back into normal space. HK-51 was instantly working the sensor controls as Khyrr hovered above the Comms.

[color=gray]"Observation: Zero Imperial signatures detected on any frequency. We're in the clear, as far as I can deduce."[/color]

The human nodded to his robotic partner and quickly opened a comm channel to the idle Corvette, simultaneously transmitting the relevant IFF and authorisation codes. Double-checking that the channel was secure, he contacted the Alliance vessel.

[color=firebrick]"This is Alliance Interceptor/Transport 'Revenant' to the Tantive IV. I have emergency relief supplies courtesy of Command, including medical and maintence supplies. How copy?"[/color]
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Zeros kept an eye on the occupants of the shuttle (metaphorically) throughout the flight, particularly Abiel, but didn't speak up to make his presence known. He wasn't sure if the rebel had ignored him deliberately or simply hadn't noticed him but it worked slightly in his favour. He wasn't sure why but he had a bad feeling about the rebel soldier, something instinctual that he couldn't shake, but he didn't want to make a move lest he seemed paranoid. After several minutes of subtly observing him, he ultimately pushed his concerns to the back of his mind to focus on his more immediate task.

As the shuttle touched down and the docking arrangements made, the Miraluka stepped from the shadows to help prepare the speeder bikes for travel, the shadow of his hood hiding his eye-wraps from the casual observer. It would look strange for a 'blind' man to be able to do so after all. Once the transport was ready, he turned to the VIP of the group and spoke up.

[color=silver]"We should get on the move as quickly as possible. The sooner we are finished here, the sooner we can distance ourselves from the Imperials."[/color]