[right]Kurin Tanaal - 07:41 Zhellday, 3rd week of the third month, 6 ATC[/right][hr]

With a flash the ship exited hyperspace, coming into perfect orbit above the green moon. Though noticeably larger than a gunship, it was a small vessel to be flying alone, distinctly imperial in design. For some time after its arrival in orbit it simply floated there, but it was not idle. Within the confines of the ship several men and women worked the various instruments controlling its advanced sensor suite, even as a single man lorded over them from his chair at the center of the ship’s rather small bridge.

“They came here. [i]Find their ship.[/i]” His voice was gravelly in tone, filtered through his faceless mask, half-hidden beneath his black hood. He reached out with his senses, trying to find his quarry, but failed to sense their presence. That meant one of two things: Either they somehow managed to mask it, or they were dead. The former would be pesky and mean more work, but the latter would be considerably more annoying. He had questions for them. Questions that needed answering [i]before[/i] they were taken back to the empire to meet well-deserved justice.

After a few minutes one of the technicians looked his way “Inquisitor. I have something.”

“Show me.” he answered, for once rising from his chair. His heavy boots made dull thuds as he trod upon the ship’s flooring. Subtlety wasn’t his forte. Certainly not while dressed in armor, at least. He made his way over to the woman’s console, where it displayed a three-dimensional image of a section of the moon’s surface, a series of filters applied to the image to bring out the relevant information.

There were numerous ships or similar constructs more or less hidden within the jungle foliage, several of them presumably old wrecks. A few, however, were clearly not wrecks, revealed when the technician working upon the console applied various filters to the sensor suite data. She had been a good acquisition for this mission, very skilled at her job.

“I have identified five ships on the surface, Inquisitor Tonaal. Two of them are within some sort of encampment, the other three are spread throughout the jungle.”

“An encampment, you say?” his interest was piqued, especially when he looked at the screen and saw that the imperial shuttle clearly was hidden near it.

“One moment.” the technician pressed several commands into the console and the image changed, focusing closer on the encampment. Within moments the computer had analyzed it. “Mandalorian, by the looks of it. Strange to see them here. I can’t recall anything about them having settled here.” 

“The other ship nearby. What is it?”

“It identifies as the freighter Starshine.” The technician pressed buttons again, trying to get more details. “It has a design common to the Galactic Republic. More than once used by the Jedi Order.” She suddenly stared enraptured at the screen. “Wait, something’s happening…”

“What?” he half-growled.

“A speeder bike is approaching, and there’s a number of life signs around the shuttle, hidden.”

“Get me visual telemetry.”

“At once, Inquisitor.” came from one of the other technicians.

He quickly moved over to that technician’s station. The images on the screen quickly zoomed in, slowly enlarging until they revealed the profile of the freighter. The moment the speeder bike slowed down, a number of figures stepped out of hiding. Some were clearly mandalorians, but the others were decidedly Sith. “Our quarry. Keep watching them. We’re going in. They shall not escape us again.”

By the time he had finished speaking, he already sat in his chair and the engines were firing up, taking them on a direct route down towards the freighter. He would burn the jungle if he had to if it was needed to take this scum down.