Rethian nodded thankful he might keep his identity to himself for the present. He seemed overwhelmed with the bustle of the spaceport, head constantly darting back and forth like a frightened, but inquisitive child as they walked.

He noted the ship as they approached grateful at the chance to be rid of these crowds once and for all. A few whispered voices and glances made his stomach turn, he was sure people were staring but then he was used to their scorn.

Rethian smiled but withheld comment on his real appraisal of their transport, though it did look as though it might have a caring owner and that at least was a good sign.

“Yes it seems in fine condition.” He ventured quickly boarding in all haste.

Rethian noted the manner of his travelling companion, he seemed watchful and reserved much as he was, odd an offworlder with some reminiscence of home. Shaking it off the Shifter boarded and looked for a suitable seat.

His arm spasmed slightly, though he quickly controlled it. Already, he cursed to himself, it had only just taken him. Rethian tried to calm himself. It must have been the concentration and exertion yes that was it, but deep down he knew the real truth. The affliction was getting worse, the flowing feeling that kept pulling inward. Still again he felt calm here, very odd in such close presence to a stranger. Besides they would soon reach Naboo, he could, he must stay focused till then. There he was sure he would find the aid he needed.

Most likely unheard by those on board, a pair of small shuffling sounds seemed to tap against the ship, hardly noticeable to the average person as nothing was visible but something definitely seemed off.

Some shouting from below quickly followed and a heated argument erupted. It was then Rethian seemed to duck in his seat, though he had no idea why. Suddenly a loud bang went off nearby to the hanger wall. Smoke gushed everywhere and small canisters were thrown about, debris landing scattered across half of the hanger. The ship surely collected some, but was quite likely undamaged.

Anyone astute enough to be paying attention would of noticed a few words regarding ‘payment’ and ‘dislike of competition’….

A sudden pique in anger was what drew Vega's attention first. His head inclined slightly to the side, as though he was trying to listen to something far off, and then he nodded – the sound of the explosion affirming his suspicions. Sitting forwards slightly in his chair, he called out in a voice that seemed to permeate the walls between himself and the pilot:

"Your boasting his warranted us attention from some unsavory characters - we have been followed and no doubt will soon be boarded. I suggest you quicken the takeoff."

Outside, much was going on behind the smoke as the masked figures darted back and forth, trying to set into place that which was needed before the Teslacoil managed to snap away from the planet in a burst of blue and white. The engines were rumbling and the craft itself was trembling as it prepared itself. Much to the Arkanian's surprise, the ship managed to rise without much trouble.

Sadly, they were out of the frying pan and into the fire. The aim of their followers hadn't been to stall the liftoff – it had been to board the ship. They had managed to pull themselves into the ship, into an unused tunnel. Vega didn't know the lay of the ship, but wagered it would lead them either to the cargo bay, or engineering.

"I hope this isn't going to cost extra."