"Don't worry. I've gotten us this far haven't I?" Ashtev asked as he glanced back, though only for a second. "As soon as we reach the port we can use any crowd to help and get to my ship quickly." He instructed the young Chiss Padawn. Boy was this a weird feeling. Something nostalgic hit him when he thought about traveling with a Padawan. He shook his head. "Alright buddy, bring us done nice an easy. And don't try anything or I'll seriously put a hole in you." He said tone shifting to a more serious one as he glanced around. "Thanks buddy." Ashtev grinned as he gave the man a few credit for the trouble caused. They weren't very close yet thanks to the whole ordeal he'd put the Sith through.

Soon enough the small group had reached the space port. Thank god it was the right one. "Keep up." He said as he tugged Lunaris along. Roll had sped off ahead, opting to using his form and speed to the fullest in order to get to the ship. Once their he could plug in and get the ship started for Ashtev and their guest. "Thank the stars for astromechs." The young man exclaimed with a small smirk. Roll was truly a hell of a find on his part.

Very little time had passed and they were close to the ship. Roll in this time had reached it, plugged in and was starting it up. "Alright Blue. First order of business is to get out. And then, we figure the rest out from there." He was honest if nothing out proclaiming the lack of a plan aside from getting off the moon. "Here it is." He grinned as he pulled her along up and onto his ship. Soon after the hatch began to close. "I'd sit down and buckle up. Fast." He spoke a bit more authoritatively as he let her go and ran to the cockpit expecting her to follow.

"How's it looking Roll?" He asked as he hopped into the pilot's seat. Roll responded with another series of beeps and noises. "That's what I like to hear." He grinned. "Blue! You settled yet?" He spoke out loud nearly ready to take off. It wouldn't be much longer now.

Lunaris didn't really have any arguments, being led along by the human. He was being decisive, he had a way off Nar Shaddaa, and any ally was worth it at this point. Imperial starfighters had already begun to fly over the speeder traffic, signalling the beginning of the lockdown over the Smuggler's Moon. Considering the place was practically lawless, it was doubtful the populace would settle down at all. The naval might of the Empire would deter any Hutt Cartel naval assets from intervening, but pirates, gangs and the like wouldn't accept being confined to the glowing ball of neon light for long.

"I'm ready, I don't think any Imperials followed us to the ship," the Chiss said as she sat at the co-pilots station.

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"How about we get to your ship? They can blast into space and we can chase them, or we can show up at the spaceport and watch in disappointment as they blast off. Besides, it's your turn to fly, that's always interesting!" Izumi suggested as she halted the speeder, changed lanes carefully, then sped back toward an Imperial-held spaceport. At least the Pureblood Pride Parade wouldn't be there, the Imperial and her master could avoid the berating and the condescending attitudes!

"Remind me to treat you later." Zerenis said as he sent a signal to the on-board protocol droid to initiate ignition protocols for the ship. By the time the two of them reached the ship, it'd be ready to shoot off at a moment's notice. Any other Sith would've probably reprimanded Izumi for her remark. The Chiss Sith however, allowed Izumi to speak her mind. He had no need for a mindless yes man who could only follow orders, after all.

Izumi was right on one point though, there'd be no way for the two of them to catch up, so the only way to end this now was to shoot them down before they escaped into hyper speed.

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Unluckily for a certain Pureblood Sith Smuggler however, Imperial forces came storming into the hangar as the final cargo crate was being loaded... To be greeted by a hail of automated turret fire. Some of the quicker soldiers were able to duck into cover before the shots found their mark... The others ended up 90% holes.

"...Well, they were bound to come knocking eventually!" Mark shouted out, as he took the controls of the turrets, switching them over to manual aim.

"C2, get us out of here once the cargo's secured! Hyperspace Route G-H-C!" Mark said over the comms, the protocol droid responding with "Order confirmed, Master!"

"Here's hoping their space forces can't track us."

"So the way I see it. There are two ways this can turn out. And if the sith is as smart as he seemed, there is no way in hell the first option is actually even an option." Ashtev said as he finished the final preparations and prepared to launch. His job complete, Roll unplugged and turned coming up between the duo. Out came another series of noises making Ashtev sigh in annoyance. "I know Roll. I see what's going on. I know we're cutting it close." He spoke, immediately receiving more beeps and the like. "I'm launching now dammit. Cut me some slack." He said as the ship began to lift into the air. "You, make yourself useful. I need to focus on flying. But if there's trouble..." He paused for a moment to finally launch shooting out of the port with little regard for anything other than his and his pseudo-prisoner's safety, coupled with the safety of the astromech.

Hopefully space could afford some level of comfort, but he knew that was too much to ask for. "Be prepared to man the weapons and help me and my droid out." He finally finished the previous statement he'd began before launch. "You got that blue?" He asked as he checked the monitors, used to being in sticky situations, though he hadn't had trouble with any one specific group for a while.

"There's at least one Imperial ship in every direction on leaving Nar Shaddaa... They'll launch fighters to pursue us, a fight is inevitable unless you plan on surrender," Lunaris said as she got to work at her console, arming and getting ready to operate all the cannons. The ship had more firepower than she thought, but any targets would have to be in front of them, making being chased by fighters a pain. All would work itself out if only they could reach a good spot to make a jump to light speed, and get the hell out of the Imperials' grasp.

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The Imperials guarding the spaceport took aim at the approaching speeder, but upon noticing the ones flying it, they stood down and moved aside as Izumi brought it in to land on the walkway to their landing pad. The Fury-class Interceptor waited for them, its engines burning up, and service crew moving their equipment away as the craft's owner returned. Izumi hopped out of the drivers seat and ran for the ship; Zerenis would get there first with his enhanced speed, and all the better since it was "his turn" to fly the ship.

"Even if we can't shoot 'em down, we might be able to hop on the same hyperlane, try and predict their path!" Izumi suggested, dashing up the ramp.

Taking his place in the captain's seat, Zerenis cracked his knuckles like a pianist before he took the controls for the ship.

"We've got no better options at this moment in time. It's either that or put up with the scarlet twins lording over us and berating us for letting them go. I'd prefer to put some distance between them and us first if they do get away." Zerenis said, as he guided the ship out of the hangar.

"Izumi, get on the guns. This is going to get messy." The Chiss Sith said as the ship flew towards the spaceport where Ashtev and Mark's respective vessels were docked.

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"All cargo is on board and secured, master." The Protocol droid said, retracting the landing gear and closing all hatches, and began to steer the ship out of the hangar.

"All or nothing now. If they hit the Cargo Hold, I'm going up in smoke. Here's hoping the shields hold." Mark said, as the vessel launched forward into the skies. He trusted the droid's piloting skills, but in matters of life and death, he preferred to man the guns himself.