[Semi-Closed] [IC] Fugitive's Rescue

Forja stepped back into the room, irritated.

"Standard protocol around here is to toss them in the trash compactor. I assumed you would hide them on your person or give them to me as you stepped out of the room. So hurry up."

Sokara walked out of her cell and spoke up, "So, what happens to me while they're gone? Or do I go with them?"

Forja glanced over at Sokara as the others hid away their weapons.

"You're going with them. My end of the deal is to get you and the child out of this academy. Consider letting you out early as an act of good faith on my part. Besides, they'll need your help."

The Sith reached into his robes yet again and flashed Sokara the hilt of one of her lightsabers before stowing it away again.

"You can have your lightsabers back once we're on your friend's ship"

An eyebrow raised as she asked:

"Ahem. Have you seen my armor?"

She gestures to her very form fitted armor that she assumed most every guy here would have noticed.

"Where the kriff do you think I can I hide my pistols, grenades, and rifle? That's what my SFG is for. So unless you'd like to get me one of those dresses you forcies like to wear...."

She says, gesturing to his robe.

"....Ya, I think you better hold this stuff while we walk to the ship."

She quickly removes her weapons and tosses each to Forja as she takes them off. She does leave a small hidden combat knife in her boot, but otherwise hands most everything else over and walks toward Forja.

"Ready to go when you are."

Sokara couldn't help but snicker at Haley's comment about the "dress". She never really understood the whole "robe" dress code for Force users anyway, not that she was complaining. She moved closer to the group as they talked, keeping a close eye on Forja. Seeing the trooper hand her weapons over, and hearing Forja mention her lightsabers as he showed her one of them, the Jedi raised an eyemark, and asked,

"Nice to know my lightsabers are still in one piece at least. What happened to all of my daggers, poison darts, and shuriken? Those things were handcrafted you know. Two daggers in particular I want back as well, if you don't mind. One was nexu claw blade with a bone hilt and leather grip, and the other one had a miniature lightwhip coil built into the blade. Kind of hard to miss."

Forja takes a moment to stuff Haley's various weapons into his robe, prompting everyone who was watching to wonder how much stuff he could hide in there. He then did a small jump to make sure nothing could easily fall out, before looking up at Sokara.

"I am unsure as to where those are, you may never get them back. Now lets go."

The Sith then stepped out into the hallway, glanced over his shoulder to make sure everyone was following, and started walking through the halls of the academy, heading towards the exit.

The group drew a few glances as they walked, but no one moved to stop them. They appeared as nothing more then a pair of Sith escorting a group of prisoners to the landing pad. The holding cells were never meant for permanent storage, so prisoners were regularly transferred off-world, making this an unusual though not uncommon sight. It didn't take long for them to reach the front door of the academy.

The sun had dropped below the horizon during the time they had been inside, and the air outside was decidedly cool and dry, with a light breeze blowing some sand around. Four of Korriban's seven moons were visible from their position in the valley, and shone down brightly upon the academy. The only sound that could be heard was that of their own footsteps in the sand, and the low whistle of the wind blowing through the ancient tombs.

"Quickly now, no time to gawk." Forja muttered as he himself admired the surrounding valley. The Sith had always found Korriban to hold a certain amount of beauty, especially at night.

They soon arrived at Komoji's ship, at which point Forja turned around to face them.

"Could someone open this thing? I assume you have the key-card."

T7 had not liked the restraining bolt, if only for the principle of the thing, but he kept quiet about it--Takeshi and Shion could remove the thing when they met up again.

As for weapons, T7's blaster was safely concealed in its frame, so it had nothing to worry about in that regard.

The droid followed along as Forja led them back to Komoji's ship, then waited on the pad for Komoji to open it up.

Komoji tucks his lightsabers under his robe rather than pass them to Forja, and remains silent as he follows Forja and the rest to his ship, limping slightly from the damage done by lightning. He briefly wondered what his "compatriots" were planning and whether they would follow the Sith's instructions. In particular he was expecting the droid to do something foolish. Droids were unreliable, as were all machines which made decisions of their own accord.

When asked to open his ship, he pulls out his datapad and opens the cargo bay doors remotely.

"You'll have to direct me, I am the only one who understands this ship well enough to pilot it."

He wasn't lying either. He had made so many modifications to the systems and controls for his personal tastes that it would take days to properly train someone else to use them all. Even then it would be a daunting task for any average pilot, though he suspected someone like Starcross would be able to get the ship moving at least.