With Belsavis safe and the Republic Scientist safe and sound, after she paid them a hefty sum of her fathers credits for their help, Tor led the trio back to the Royal District and made a hasty leave. More Vong would be coming that much was for sure, however Tor and Tony had contacted the Republic and they were sending transport shuttles to pick up the civilian population. Since they were back on the Nightfury, Tony took the lead and Tor returned to the role of sidekick and co-pilot. "Hey so I was going to tell the scientist lady she could stay in your room, but then I realized she would probably look a lot better on my bed... So I went with the second option ner vod." Tor said as he entered the cockpit and patted Tony on the back. He took a seat in his chair, that was extra comfy because he had installed a customized personal chair for himself in the cockpit. He hated long hyperspace trips, so he had to make sure that his seat was twice as soft and awesome for the long trips. He activated the back and leg vibrators and just melted away. "IIII'''mmm teeellliiinngg yoooouuu maaaannn, beeessstttt 5,000 cccrrreeddiittts eeevvveerrr....."

"At least it was your 5,000 credits. I still didn't like installing it, it was probably easier to install the new droid brain into the hyperdrive than that chair." He pulled the ship up into orbit and through the debris of the cruiser that had been annihilated by Tyber Zann. "I still like how whoever named this cruiser called it Black Death. It just doesn't sound cool, I mean Nightfury has a nice ring to it, there is no denying that. Anyway, Zann said it'd be turning up any minute-" A hyperspace window opened and a ship dropped out of it, barely visible by a visual inspection until the lights were powered up. "You know, my timing is just immaculate. One hundred thousand credits will appear in my lap right now." He cast a glance around the cockpit, then shrugged. "It was worth a try I guess." He looked up at the ship, before talking to himself.

"All right, so the ship has pretty good shields. The hull is usually strong in the Bothan design, double that up with it being made out of Mandalorian Iron and with them probably wanting to shoot us I see no way on board... Wait. It's still a New Republic vessel in its base operating system..." He walked out of the room, sticking his head back in before he left the cockpit properly. "Uh, I may have a bit of surprise and give you the reason for why Tyber wanted me dead. Keep an eye on the ship for me." Back in his room, he put on his old armour. It had been years since he'd used it, he wasn't on best of terms with them but he was still a member even though he was a bit of a rogue element. Walking back into the cockpit he flashed a smile at Tor. He was in the armour of the Newly Reformed Sector Rangers, reformed shortly before the Yuuzhan Vong War. "You see, while I have been a smuggler most of my life I regret to inform you that my last partner may if imprisoned me. Signing up was the only way to get out and get my ship back. Hell, I don't even like the Rangers I never transported slaves, I did weapons a couple of times but we do that all the time now." He transmitted a code to the ship, only to be sent docking instructions.

"All right, we're going in to dock! You better get your guns and such ready."

"Dooonn'''ttt woorrryyy,,,, III'''mmm nooottt mooovvviiinngg...." Tor said as he continued to dive deeper into limbo as his chair reached the pinnacle of awesome massaging and vibrating. He almost began to drool before it shut off after finishing its run. Tor turned as Tony appeared back in the cockpit in Sector Ranger armor. "Sector Rangers really? Those guys are just a bunch of loose cannon cops, I don't even wanna know anymore more. Next you're going to tell me you settled frontier worlds, rode Tauntauns in a posse, and built a log cabin." Tor said as he slouched in his awesome chair more. When Tony told him to get ready he groaned. He grabbed his helmet off the dashboard of the cockpit and slapped it on.Took out his pistols and sort of just stumbled out of his chair. "I'm already having regrets about this mission, you know I get lazy when I sit in my chair. Maybe we can just ask them nicely and they'll give it to us. Then I can return to my chair..." Tor said as he moved slowly and groggy. Tor had his moments of great sporadic energy, and then he had his not so great moments of sporadic energy.

"Ugh... Let's get this over with..." Tor said with a sigh as he straightened up and cracked his neck. What he needed was alcohol and women to get him going. He had the woman, all he needed was some alcohol, and maybe a couple billion credits as well. That would be nice.

"Well, tell you what. When we find a crew for that ship as Tyber Zann is generously giving it to us you can have an even bigger nicer chair on the bridge. Also it wasn't exactly as if I had a CHOICE, I could either become a ranger or become an inmate at one of Coruscants more lovely penal facilities and I wasn't really into that idea. I had to be tagged along for a year by a watcher, and then of course Tyber Zann found out and sent you after me and thankfully they haven't been in contact ever since. Though the armour is pretty good, probably the best you can get without going Beskar." He pulled them gently into the bay, there was already a welcoming committee however they had their weapons holstered and were standing in two lines either side of the loading ramp. "It looks like they're giving us parade honours, maybe like Zann said that their boss is a fan?" He stood up and stretched, feeling weird in his armour. "Remind me as well never to wear this stuff again, it just doesn't feel right. I have no idea how you go about wearing armour all the time, though I suppose as the pilot I need it a lot less often."

He looked out the viewport again, at the long lines of soldiers. "Tell you what Tor, you go first. That way if you do get shot at this loose cannon cop can help you out?"

Tor looked as Tony pointed out they had lined up for them in rows. "I don't wear the armor, it wears me ner vod. Plus its like a second skin to me, also when you've been in mud knee deep for several months on end with nonstop pouring down rain you get use to it really fast." Tor said as he took to the front and allowed Tony to "cower" behind him. Tor took a deep breath and kept his hands at his sides, he looked casual, but in truth he was ready to draw his blasters in a split second if needed be. He had trained himself to look unprepared to his enemy, it always caught them off guard with how quick his hands could get to his blasters and shoot them before they even have time to move a muscle. It was one of the props of being a cold stone professional killer you could guess. Tor was about to step out and towards the soldiers when he had a last minute thought and turned his head back to Tony. "Wait... Why didn't we send the Magna Droids out first, or even the Vong Droids???" He whispered to Tony as he made weird hand motions. He turned back to the soldiers and could see them all looking at him confused and lost as to what was even happening.

Tony just shook his head. "This is why you are terrible at Sabaac. Never reveal your whole hand, they aren't going to get aboard this ship. If we get imprisoned or bogged down in a fire fight we might need the surprise the droids give us to finish the job for Zann. I could really use the credits and his influence again, especially when this war with the Vong is over and the Sector Rangers realize that giving me a badge isn't really helping them and they decide to come after me again. All though this time I do have the benefit of a Mandalorian Co-Pilot so as long as you aren't a ranger I'm good, I'm very selective in the hiring process now that I've been tricked before." He gave Tor a slight push and a nod.

"Are we going? It is rude to keep our host waiting. Don't worry, you're armour can hold long enough for us to get back into the ship, that is why you're in front. While my body would hold long enough for you to get back into the ship I need this body to live."

"I'm telling you Sabaac is the thing of the past. I had this crazy dream like vision once while sleeping about this board game that has these flat chips on it, red and black and the board also has tiles with red and black in repeating patterns. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I'm going to call it 'checkers', it's going to be the next big thing I'm telling you Tony." Tor said as he proceeded down the ramp. He had told Tony about his crazy dreams for new inventions all the time, they were always odd and very primitive in nature. Perhaps he had spent too much time living off the land back on Mandalore. "Either way, no rangers are going to come after you with me around. I'll rip their arms out of their sockets, Wookiee style, raaaawwwr." He said giving a very bad impression of a Wookiee, but on the other hand Tor was unusually strong for a human, which made him all the bigger so it was easier for Tony to hide behind him.

"As for having Zann on your side, its not like you can really ever trust him, like he said honor is a weakness in his eyes, he abides by no higher law or morals. If you wanna get someone on your side, get the Manda'lor. He leads an army of the Galaxy's finest and abides by the law of honor. When you make a pact with a Mandalorian, there is no turning back." Tor whispered as they approached the line of soldiers.

Pact with the Manda'lor... Boba Fett who didn't even LIVE on Mandalore or pay any attention to it, that sounded like a good idea. "Of course I can't trust Zann, but as long as he has need for me I have a nice steady and large income. Just don't go dying on me Tor, it wouldn't be very good for either of us." He walked down the ramp following Tor into the ranks of the mercenaries. When they reached a Bothan who appeared to be in charge Tony stood beside Tor, he opened his arms wide. "Welcome! The Infamous, or Famous Tony and Tor, Tor and Tony depending on whom you ask. What brings you to our humble vessel? Interesting in joining our crew?"

Tony just gave Tor a side glance before speaking. "We don't exactly take commands, we take orders and they're usually paid. We're just admiring this grand vessel of yours, Mandalorian Iron hull yes? Very nice." He took out a scanner and began scanning the ship, using the sensors aboard his own ship. "Very nice indeed, I'd love if I could have a ship made out of this. Mind if I ask where you got the iron? I'm sure Tor here would love to know. Wouldn't you Tor?"

"I will not lie, I am a bit of a fanatic when it comes to beskar. Many clans have their own style of shaping beskar, and with that comes every clan saying their method is better. I am just curious as to where such beskar came from so that I can truly admire or even dispise it depending if its from a rival clan or not haha." Tor said jokingly. Anything to make their presence less conspicuous and he figured that wanting to admire the craftsmanship of the beskar due to his origins as a part of the Mandalorian culture would go hand in hand with each other. He always love a good shoot up, but they had to play this one smart. "However if you show a good time, I have some Mando buddies looking for some permanent jobs that I could point in your direction, and trust me I only refer the best." Tor said trying to maybe strike up a deal with the man he would have the pleasure of killing eventually for some nice credits.

The man just shook his head. "Trade secrets I am afraid. However do you seriously believe there is something that can remain secret from Bothans in the current galaxy? Not all Mandalorians are what they once were back in the day that everyone remembers from around the time of the Crusades. This ship is ours and it was built by us for us. Now what I want to know is what we are going to do next. I of course know of your reputations and known of both of your connections to one Tyber Zann. I cannot see Captain Wells working for him again however what of you Maximus, here to kill me? You may always want to know where there is more Mandalorian Iron."

Tony but in. "If we were here to kill you, we would of done so by now I mean you more or less make it easy for us by rolling out the red carpet. The real important thing is the fact that we really are just here for the tour. Take a look around as I have never been on one of these new Bothan Cruisers and don't usually get the opportunity this may be a nice time."

"I guess you are right about secrets being kept from bothans, but I guess you could also say that no one lives that long when you make an enemy of the Mandalorians." Tor said casually to the man. He was threatening him specifically, but the bottom line was, bothans stole secrets, mandalorians killed, and always let the Wookiee win. When the man asked if they were working for Tyber Zann Tor remained calm, he was always calm under fire, physically and verbally. "Come on, I had my own falling out with Tyber Zann years ago as well! I mean yeah if he came to me with the right price I'd take a job, but my price for him... well he would rather spend his credits elsewhere and get a hundred times the man power." Tor said as he brushed off the comment. Tony butted in as well and got the heat off of him for now. Tor continued to nod overly as Tony explained how easy it would have been to kill him if they had been sent to do so... which they had... so... there was some irony if there somewhere.

"Tony here is a fanatic for ships and all their components, showing him around he might be able to give you a few tips about what to fix or possibly consider, not that it isn't a fine vessel, but the biggest room in the galaxy is the room for improvement." Tor said in a dignified tone as if he was some philosopher. "Also if you are going to show me around he needs to be around to tell me not to touch stuff or to fix whatever I break. That's how our marvelous T&T Smugglin and Huntin Inc. works."

He simply shrugged off the comments as he turned to look at both the Mandalorian and the Corellian. "I'll show you the brig first, I'll let you get real intimate with it," With that everyone raised their weapons and Tony audibly sighed as he raised his hands while he knew that Tor would actually be scanning around the room looking at all the exists and counting the dozens of men pointing arms at them. He didn't like the whole idea of Tor shooting out right now as he would be killed too quickly, what they could do was be taken captive and then have the droids bust them out to let them go. Of course they could use tech out of Tors armor as they would never be able to get him out of it but he wasn't completely invulnerable especially with this many weapons pointed at him he was at risk - though Tony was even more at risk in his regular armour that wouldn't protect him against Jack Shit. He looked at Tor to try and indicate this as for all he knew there could be some really useful object in the room that could magically make them kill about a hundred men, or Tor could of hidden force sensitivity.

Who knew?

Tor kept his hands low, his fingers twitching to pull his blasters out of their holsters. He knew he could beat any man in a draw, but in this situation he would only hit maybe half of the men before they opened fire on the two of them, and even with his suit it wasn't going to end pretty. He also wouldn't be able to protect Tony from any shots that would go through his Sector armor a lot easier than his own. He slowly raised his hands and kept calm, "Alright alright, take it easy, don't want to let any of those blasters of yours to go off." Perhaps Tor had finally come to his senses that you couldn't shoot your way out of anything, however most unlikely, for in the past what Tor couldn't shoot up, he blew up. "Just remember Bothan what I said..." He said as he pulled a card from up his sleeve and tossed it on the ground watching it slide to the mans feet. It was a holo-playing card and it had the Mandalorian Symbol for Death on it. "We Mandalorian's worship war, and welcome death as a brother, so tell him I said hi when you get down there."

The Guards with their blasters held up came and grabbed Tor and Tony and shook them violently as they moved them along to the brig. They stripped them off all their gear and weapons, it killed Tor for them to get their grubby hands all over his gear, but he would soon have it back and teach them all a lesson they wouldn't forget. "Now I know I don't often have plans, mostly never, but when I have they have always worked. I mean I can count how many plans I've ever come up with on one hand, but they were all successful so that is like a 100% success rate and as result somewhere in that math that means this one will be a success as well!" Tor whispered to Tony as they were pushed down the hall towards the brig.

"You? Plans. That usually includes just shooting your way out of things." Tony grimaced slightly as his coat was taken off him, he loved that coat. He was definitely going to get it back and if anyone else dared to take it he would make sure to kill that bastard, painfully. Without spilling blood all over his coat of course. Though that was the benefit on having all kinds of minor little titbit devices that Mandalorians were always so fond in building, usually in order to fit inside their helmets however they were quite skilled and making other little bits and bobs that could be used effectively such as the wrist device he usually had to control his ship which had now been taken by their captors however he did have one other minor piece of technology that he could use to his advantage but it was not to be used until they were in the cell and all alone.

In a couple of minutes he was thrown, roughly, into the cell and he repressed a yelp. Standing up again he removed a small piece of tech from the hem of his trousers and pressed the small button on it as a massive EMP pulse was cast throughout the ship and all its systems turned off. He turned to look out of the door as the energy shield fell and only an empty corridor remained. He bowed his head slightly and indicated to the door. "After you Sir, we only have so long before they get the power back on so I recommend that you make it snappy."

"Don't rush perfection alright?" Tor said as he opened his mouth and after a few seconds of manning up pulled a tooth out. Next he unscrewed his left pinky, he followed this up by lifting his right foot and looking at the heal where he flipped up a tiny compartment in his skin and pulled a tiny cylinder out. He placed the cylinder down the finger and then screwed the tooth on top. "You're lucky I EMP insulated all of this stuff, including my Jetpack." He said as he pressed the tooth like it was a button on a remote detonator. After a few seconds the small contraception made a beeping sound and Tor let out a sigh of relief. "In about a few minutes you are going to start hearing a lot of people screaming, because that Jetpack was a decoy. It was filled to the bring with hundreds of small explosive droids, that drill themselves into their targets by any means necessary, through armor and skin, and blow up. With the power out and it hard to see them, it is going to be fun..." Tor said as he walked out of the cell, took the cylinder out of his pinky finger. He then unscrewed his right middle finger and placed the cylinder in that one, placed the pinky finger underneath, placed the tooth at the end of the middle finger and a small trigger popped out of the pinky finger.

"These blaster only has ten shots, don't make break out the other one please..." Tor said jokingly. Tony knew Tor was resourceful, but probably never knew he was THIS resourceful. Tor definitely embodied the Mandalorian love for little tidbits of gadgets and devices. "Now let's move and find our gear."

Tony almost facepalmed, he didn't mind being resourceful however putting little gadgets into your own body was a little bit far in his opinion however what ever made you sleeep well at night other than a Zeltron that... was still on their ship. He completely forgot about her and he turned to face Tor as they were moving out of the room, moving down either side of the corridor, he spoke in a hushed tone as the emergency lights came on in the ship. "Tor uh, did you happen to remember about our uhm... visitor on the ship? You know the one that speaks Mandalorian is attractive and lying on your bed? As she may be surprised whenever she leaves the ship to find herself surrounded by strange armed men, either that or aroused." He peered down the corridor and fired a duo of blasts at two guards who came around the corner.

He looked back to check their flanks as he looked around the halls. There wasn't much he could see, it was pretty dark except for a brief red hue however there didn't appear to be anyone behind them. "If this is anything like a standard Galactic Alliance brig then our gear should be down this hall, a left and then the second left. It is the best place to store gear or we can just follow smoke from your backpack -" He paused for a second. "-If your explosives damaged my trenchcoat, I'll paint your armor pink."

"Hey, your coat will be find as long as no one decided to put it on." Tor took the lead and headed down the hall finger blaster in hand. "Our guest will also be fine, gave some sleep meds before we left without her knowing. She will sleep through this entire thing." Tor said with a smirk, he always love to get away with things. He turned the corner at a T shape juntion and came face to face with a Quarren. The creature was surprinsed and before he could pull his blaster Tor left a bolt rip right through his torso. He ducked as blaster bolts came flying down the hall as his comrads notice their dying friend twitching on the ground. "Nothing smells better than fried fish, hehe." Tor joked. He peeked to see who the shooters were and almost died laughing. "Mr. Bothan baddie thinks he's so smart, yet he hires Weequays as henchmen. They couldn't hit the broadside of a Sand Crawler!" Tor couldn't help himself, it was too funny to stand. He stopped his laughing as he turned the corner to see the men screaming as hundreds of the tiny little droids came cbursting out of a nearby door. They clung to the roof, walls, anything and scurried about, hopping at their victims and burrowing themselves into their skin with drills then exploding. When the coast was clear Tor walked around the corner.

"Don't worry, I input our DNA into their module scanners, we are off the hit list." Tor said as the bugs came at him and then scurried on past him down the various hallways looking for victims. It was no doubt creepy, especially for one with a bug fear.

"You realize that I've seen Trandoshans that look nicer than your little bug things, right? I mean why do robots always have to be hideous. Y'know Prince Xizor had this Android working for him once, she was fine. For a droid, I mean dayum. Why can't we ever have droids that you can actually enjoy to look at?" He ducked around a corner only to look in horror as before him stood one of the enemy mercenaries in his very own custom jacket. He raised his little shitty blaster thing and fired it straight into the mans skull watching him fall with extreme satisfaction, then as bugs began to lock onto the barely living body he ran up and quickly stripped the beast of his jacket and weapon before walking back up to Tor, promptly handing the weapon over. "So how about we get me to a computer terminal, set some killer droids loose and then hurry up and take this ship? Sound like a plan?"

He tried to fire a shot as he saw someone coming towards him before remembering it was only a shitty two shot blaster and after throwing it away he simply picked up one of the little droid harbingers of death and threw it at the oncoming assailant. "Yeah, I could also do with a gun."

Tor gathered his equipment up and was happy once he was all geared up again. He lacked a Jetpack, but it wouldn't be any good to him in the small hallways of the ship anyway. "Well maybe if you didn't spend so much time on the ship and got out more, you wouldn't be so disturbed by ugly droids." He said as he checked his weapon systems. All his equipment was green across his HUD, which meant it was hunting time. "Well while this may be a custom designed Bothan starship, I had the oppourtunity to download the schematics of this type of ship before we docked from the ships terminal. There sound be a control room for the hangar... there." Tor handed Tony a datapad that showed their location and the location of the control room. "It's two levels up and four blocks West. We'll have to move fast though, this is one prize of a ship, and something tells me our host will do whatever it takes to keep us from taking it. Cutting the life support to a few levels might be worth the risk to him. I mean we are a Legendary Duo." He said with a chuckle as he input the coordinates into his HUD and started following the trail. Most of the mercs on this level were dead, or were in the process of dying as he heard more screams and explosions in the distance.

When they had come to a repulsor lift it was locked, that was no surprise really though. "You'll hack to hack the Terminal, and do it fast before I blast it, because whether you want to admit it or not, that usually works most of the time..." In truth it did, other times in just made things incredibly worse. He liked to not think of those times, they were... very unpleasant.

Tony sighed as they reached the terminal and took his gear out, he inserted two prongs into it and into his datapad. "While I am sure you like to blast it those are usually on ground facilities or out of date tech. This is the latest grade technology and its war time technology on a spaceship, shooting it probably wouldn't be the best idea ever." He finished opening the door and aimed his gun through the door checking if anyone was there. "All right, we're good to go. You can take point." He followed TOr through the corridors of the ship, occasionally getting into little bouts with people that were by no means ready or strong enough to take on a Mandalorian. IT was sad really, though Tor apparently did not mind.

They got to the control room and Tony looked around the control room. "Oh, this place is fancy. I mean look at all these high tech bells and whistles." There was a window and out beyond it and he looked out to the Nightfury with people climbing over the hull and playing around at the door. He turned back to Tor. "I swear to god, if they break anything on my ship or damage it in any way and I will kill them all personally and brutally." He walked over to the controls, just as he heard people yelling and running towards them. "I need some time to get rid of this lock down and find out where the lovely commander is."