“If a hutt has managed to get its slimy hands on that holocron it will certainly make this simple. If nothing else, any ancient Holocron will contain knowledge useful to us. But remember what I told you, our nature must remain hidden. This Hutt and its allies must have no idea who we truly are, or our true intentions. Which means no lightsabers, no obvious use of The Force. We will not rush blindly in, either. I am curious as to what you can come up with for a plan, you have exhibited combat prowess and intelligence, but there is far more to a Sith. I will await you in my ship, it's the Mandal Hypernautics luxury yacht, in hanger 15.”
After finishing his sentence he turned away, raising his hood and tossing her a small access card labeled 15, not waiting for any sort of response as he exited out of one of the ships recently acquired holes and disappearing into the dim light of the spaceport, following the passageway lined with various hangars until he reached his own, the hangar doors marked with a large 15. He casually slid a second access card through the slot, the large bay doors opening up to reveal a sleek ship, large enough to hold quite a few people if necessary, and coming across as a typical noblemans luxury yacht, all shining silver and more windows than seemed necessary. Of course, many of those panels hid extensive military modifications, including a pair of powerful laser cannon turrets, missile bays, and a cloaking device, among many others.
Before long he had climbed into the well-lit ship, pressing a small button panel to darken the meeting room, which he had modified to be used as a meditation chamber, sitting down in the large chair and closing his eyes, letting his mind into the force.