[b]Over Loronar[/b]

The Silent Void cruised slowly through space above Loronar seemingly minding its own business, nigh undetectable at such a slow speed. Arnack glanced over at Alisha in the pilot’s seat. She was staring out into space watching for ships of any kind with an intensity only a cat could manage, her green eyes glowing faintly in the dim cockpit.

Arnack cleared his throat as he thought of what to say to break the silence. “You think they’ll be here soon, it’s been three days any your contact hasn’t shown hide nor-“He bit his words off, he had found Alisha could get quite sensitive if someone mentioned her fur, even indirectly. 

Alisha glared over at him her cat’s gaze even more intense when turned on Arnack, for a moment she said nothing and he got worried she would decide to ponce. “They’ll show, always do.” 

“Always? What about last month with those blasters shipments?” He asked her.

“Well, that doesn’t count, they were there, and the warehouse wasn’t anymore.”

Arnack glanced back out into space considering how to reply and happened to spot the afterglow of sublight engines. “Look is that them now?” he asked pointing at the vessels zooming towards them.

Alisha observed the vessels for a moment then spurred into action sitting up in her seat and began flipping switches and pressing buttons faster than Arnack could keep up with. “Too many engines, too small, Republic fighters.“ Alisha glanced over at Arnack. “Well what are you doing? You’re the co-pilot arm the guns!” Arnack muddled over the controls in front of him slowly bringing all the weapons online and up to full power ready to fire at a moment’s notice. By then the fighters were within comms distance and over the comms came the voice of a Clone pilot. “This is CC-127 of Flasher Squadron to unknown vessel, the Republic request you power down weapons and allow yourselves to be escorted to Loronar Spaceport for a full search of your vessel.” 

Arnack’s finger hovered over the trigger of the turbolaser. “I can’t go back, they just aren’t in it for the right reasons anymore, I won’t kill children on their whim.” he said to Alisha. 

“They probably aren’t even looking for you.” Alisha told him, “I am a smuggler after all, everyone hates a smuggler. I’ll find out.” She flipped the comm switch and said to the republic ships. “This is Captain De’madre, on what grounds do you have to search my simple trading vessel?” 

“Captain De’madre you are suspected of smuggling illegal arms to the Confederacy, if you do not comply as a result of the new zero tolerance laws we will be forced to fire on you and destroy your vessel.” The clone said in his monotonous voice. 

“They didn’t see the big turbolaser primed and targeting them?” Arnack asked with a smile. His finger hovered over the button. Alisha nodded at the button and activated the comms to say. 
“Very well Flasher Squadron, goodbye.” 

Arnacks jammed the button down and a moment later green laser-fire arced off into space hitting the lead Arc-170 and tearing through its shields then another volley hit it and obliterated the small craft the pilot didn’t even have time to eject. The remaining pair began evasive manoeuvres as Alisha gave chase and Arnack fired the ships dual laser cannons and locked the concussion missiles on the rear fighter. A second later it exploded debris bouncing off the ships shields as they followed the last fighter. “Come on Arnack, we gotta do this quick before the rest of the republic comes down on us” Alisha urged. 

“Just a second, Turbolaser recharged, targeting, fired.” The laser volley ripped ahead of the Void and slammed into the fighters rear shields blowing an engine and sending the fighter spinning off into space. They watched as the pilot ejected and the fighter blew up a moment later. Arnack smiled at Alisha and said, “I can’t fly this thing but gimme a gun and a target and I’ll blow it to bits.” 
“Show off you could have taken it out with another missile.”
“Now where’s the fun in that?” Arnack retorted. “So you think your contacts still coming?” Arnack asked again. 
“I doubt it, that probably how they found us, it’s a bad time to be a bad smuggler.”
“Oh, and where do you come in?”
“I’m still alive aren’t I?” She coolly said with a grin that showed her canines off. “We better not stay here chatting, the Republic will eventually send out a search party. Guess we’ll go with Plan B?” 
“There’s a Plan B? Armack asked her trying not to look bewildered.
“There’s always a Plan B,” with that she keyed in a Hyperspace code and the Void silently slipped into Hyperspace.