Muunilinst's Open Orbit

Nodding as Imperial Command's response came back over the coms, Nanda ordered the communications officer to reply as she made her way off the bridge. "Acknowledged Imperial Strategic Command; a shuttle will be departing for the surface shortly." Meanwhile, as Nanda emerged into the corridor outside the bridge Lieutenant-Colonel Tierce saluted and fell into step behind and to the right of her, having been waiting in the corridor for her mentee's arrival, remaining silent as the dark-skinned Naboo keyed her personal communicator. "Major Madine, report to the hanger for immediate departure to Harnaidan." Madine had already arrived by the time Nanda and Lt. Colonel Tierce made it to the hanger and was waiting at the base of the shuttle's ramp for them. With an exchange of salutes the trio boarded the Nune-class Imperial Shuttle which shortly thereafter lifted off and made it's way down towards Harnaidan, escorted by a pair of TIE/D Defenders.

There was a swirl and flash outside the bridge view port as the ship lurched out of hyperspace. Marcos was standing impatiently looking out at the inky void beyond. It had taken far too long for the lone ship to navigate nearly half the distance of the galaxy to the rendezvous location. With a nod to the communication officer on the bridge, Marcos ordered the broadcast of the pre-recorded message.

-Andromeda
This is the 23rd Special Missions Battalion, Novatroopers. Embarked on the Andromeda. Major LE-9615 commanding. Any Imperial forces reply.

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"Excellent, time to get to work, return to your post Meeking."

Calibror strode away from the command bridge his high polished officer boots clicking neatly as he made his way to the turbolift, by some unseen command two armed officers stepped in beside him and joined him in the turbolift. The lift quickly descended to level thirty six, the doors whisked open and the trio moved along the corridor of the medbay as they made thwir way to the room marked twenty two B Calibror became distinctly aware something was amiss, the two Officers drew their weapons and the three of them quickly approached the open door of the med bay. Calibror bracedo himself in the doorway and let slip an oath as he surveyed the empty room and the lone dangling vacant security cuff.

"Put the ship on high alert, I want doubled security and patrols, lock down all hangar bays, do it now!"

With that and without waiting with a ripple of his tunic and teeth gritted Calibror whirled around and stormed back towards the turbolift, as the doors closed behind him he felt a prick on the side of his neck.

"Hello Father."
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Davos held the needle close to Calibror's neck, as close as he could, so Calibror would be able to feel the cold sharp point, Davos had calculated that Calibror, no doubt may be able to reverse the situation, yet Davos also doubted he would attempt such a move for fear of what Latin the syringe, Calibror may be strong or fast, but not fast enough to avoid the injection altogether.

"We are going to the bridge Calibror, from there you will warrant my use of a Tie starfighter with full navigation and hyperdrive ability. Before you even ask what I may have in the syringe, I will answer honestly, I don't know, but it was held by one of your medical droids and it's orange in colour, it doesn't look or smell nice, perhaps we shall get to test it and see if it as bad as it seems, but I don't think you would be so foolish."

Calibror glowered, Davos could feel the deep vibration of the gutteral noise throbbing within the older man, but Calibror did as instructed, via a voice command, and the turbolift sped on its way. Then to further instruction from his adoptedson, he forewarned the bridge of the situation.

The doors hissed open to the most silent starship bridge ever, all eyes, faces and ears were turned in the direction of their Commander held by the young assailant, needle to throat, begrudgingly Calibror provided the access Davos needed.

"Give the boy what he asks, and I shall not hold you responsible, however I will hold you...."

Davos sunk the tip of the needle into the thick neck of the man who currently was his shield. Several officers started forward.

"Ah, ah, ah, now let us all stick to the approved plan now shall we."

With the fighter relinquished and with Calibror's word he would allow the fighter to escape free, Davos entered the lift once more with his temporary prisoner. Once in the hangar Davos steered Calibror past a weapons rack and retrieved a detonator, he then removed the pin, but held the clip and taped the detonator to the side of Calibror's neck using tape from the med wing. He taped it in such a way, that should Calibror move the clip would open fully and, well the end result was crudely obvious.

Davos then boarded the TIE/sf and started her up, familiar with the ball fighters controls from having run a few sims at the academy, he gunned the engines, detached the fighter and she screamed full wail as she shot out of the hangar. Davos had speedly slotted the chip he had received into the navigation system, so as the fighter cleared the hangar and the distance grew he was able to transition neatly into hyperspace, taking care to deactivate the transponder as the lights of rushing star systems flew past.