Then the door swings open, and. 

"...where the hells is our ship?" 

Sharra blinks.

Turns to look at the hanger's number.

It's the correct hangar! 

The officer is looking, too, "I- I don't- we need to go see the security droid-" he turns and rushes back into the airlock, barely waiting for them to join him before he switches the doors again. 

Isk attaches themself to the console inside the airlock, seeking the security feed. 

Atton is following! "Did you let our ship get stolen?! We were gone for thirty minutes!" 

Sharra opens her comm to both T3 and Kreia, switching to the second frequency. T3 has navigation locked down, nobody can leave the system without permission from him. And Kreia...

Is not answering. 

"Maybe it was moved- I don't know why they would try to do that, though- droid," he addresses the droid behind the security counter, "Has anyone entered Hangar Six in the past half hour?" 

"Yes, sir," says the droid, "Two citizens and an officer entered at 21:34. One citizen entered at 21:15." 

She.... tries to reach out to Kreia with her other? Does not have a panic attack.

She's not responding to that, either, assuming Sharra was even able to reach her.

The officer holds out a badge, "Give me the identity of the citizen who entered at 21:15."

"Identity unknown, officer." 

"Show the camera feed; whoever that is stole our ship!"

Of course it wouldn't work.

Sharra walks over to the terminal and glares down at it. "It's still in the system, probably still on the planet. My nav-droid wouldn't unlock it for anything."

"As you say, miss," the droid agrees, bringing up the security feed. 

In the blue of the holo, a hooded person enters the hangar and pauses at the bottom of the ramp. She turns to glance back at the airlock door - allowing them a brief glimpse of her face - before she steps up the ramp and disappears inside.

Soon after, the ship lifts off and out the hangar forceshield, vanishing from the cam's sight. 

Unhappy noises! Human female, no more than early twenties, though that might be wrong given that everything thinks she's that young...

"Do we have a vector?"

"The ship descended into the atmosphere, where the station's sensors lost track of it," the droid offers. "I'm afraid I can't help you any further." 

"I'm just going to go-" the officer pulls out his comm, "I'm going to update the chief," he says, stepping back from them. 

"So it's on the planet, and T3 won't let it leave the system. That's something, at least," Atton turns to her and- wraps an arm back around her shoulders, "Hey, we'll find it, Sharra." If nothing else, the old lady will get in contact eventually, surely?

- right. She buries her face against his chest and sniffles. "All our stuff was on there!"

She already tried to contact her, but maybe Atton and Isk can do a better job? Or... maybe they could try and reach out to her together. Atton and Sharra. No internal screaming, she promises.

"We've got credits, and security'll put us up while we track her down," or they better, "Hells, if they take too long that menace'll probably bring it back here." Is he talking about T3 or about Kreia? Who knows. 

Isk rolls up behind them, <Data acquired,> they beep, in the Zaldyrian binary code.

Snuggggggles. Sharra looks down at Isk. "Did you find it, T7? Maybe we should call the Republic!"

Negative boop. 

"T7 says they have not," the droid offers. 

"I'll take you back up to the security station," the officer says, rejoining them, "Chief Eonis will probably give you one of the apartments we keep, while we figure out how this happened." 

"I hope you're not going to get into trouble. And the HK droid was on the ship! We needed it to help Uthuar."