The message was received by a droid. Clearly Bell didn't think much about communications leaving them in the hands of the very same model of droid that had jumped them twice as as far as they were meant to. This was an easy job at least, and the droid turned to speak. 

"There's a fleet out there saying they are the defense for Taris, and that they're the Grand Republic of Mandalore. They are demanding we deactivate all our defenses and respond with out intentions. If we are just passing through they'll just watch us and if we want to talk to them we should contact the fleet. If we don't contact them they will assume we are hostile."

At least the droid was capable of giving a summary rather than the entire message. Bell yawned... She hadn't slept for quite a while. Since long before the recent fleet battle, they had been preparing and so she sar about her throne in case she was needed, even though her apprentices did most of the work getting orders and plans out. "How long until the rest of the fleet gets here?" 

"They'll be here soon. They were able to jump to hyperspace soon after they got out. Our destination was transmitted before the jump, so they knew where we were headed. They just hadn't paid much attention to the details, only looking to them when the flagship wasn't there...

The ship sat silently in space, not having to wait long. The other battleships were upgraded and the Prividence ships weren't so... Old. They had all been able to jump again shortly after coming out of hyperspace while Bell's ship was stuck waiting to cool down. Not to mention they ran the hyperspace drive for twice as long. 

Suddenly, another Lucrehulk came out of Hyperspace, and then another, and one by one Providence carriers flashed in. It wasn't long before the lone battleship was accompanied by a sizable fleet. Of course, they didn't do anything. "I'm tired... Have the droid talk to them." Genovath nodded, making a hand gesture to the nearby strategic droid who moved up to the holographic communications. He then stepped up to the throne and lifted Bell into his arms, carrying her off to bed like a true child.

The droid activated the hologram, signaling the fleet's flagship with a message. "This is the Black Hand Flagship. We seem to have had a computing error and overshot our destination by twice the intended distance. The rest of the fleet has moved in in case of hostile threats." The droid, as it often did, took things jnto its own hands for the better. "We were seeking a location where we might land a mining rig and obtain resources. We have two stations, one acting as a shipyard and another as a factory. We would like to attempt to negotiate the use of a location within your territory to safely obtain the supplies we need."

The second of the inquisitir twins stood back, watching the droid work. He had no problem with it taking over, as it was designed for strategic thinking and would do far better than he would. He gave the order and the fleet kept their shields up, but their weapons powered down. Which technically made the shields stronger, though he didn't see an engagement here.

Meanwhile, an old man hobbles through the ship trying to find a way out. The hangar? No all of the fighters are droids, he couldn't pilot them. Escape pods then. He had to find them though... Darth Tybis was chrious, why exactly Bell had given him a chance. Why was she so sure that he wouldn't make it? 

His five minutes were up... Now what? Nothing seemed to change. That is, until he rounded a corner, and saw a hooded figure in a black robe. He couldn't see the face, only glowing red eyes. A Sith of some sort? He figured so when a red blade extended, revealing the use of a lightsaber. Had she sent one of her apprentices after him?

He turned to try and make it back the other way, only to bump into another of the cloaked Sith.