...okay?

The corridor outside curves in a different direction. Occlus sets off.

"—what just happened?"

"Mysterious yet effective transportation. My speeder is just outside. Keep up."

"Did we just teleport? But—no one's ever done that—how—who did it—"

"Rakata."

"And no one copied it? This could change—so much—how—"

"The technology is opaque, obscure, and far beyond anything existing in the wider galaxy today."

"But—isn't it thousands of years old—how can it be beyond anything?"

"The Rakata did not share their secrets with the slave races. When they died, many things were lost."

"Has no one tried to reverse-engineer these things?"

"Few know they exist; and those that do have other concerns."

"This is teleportation! What other concerns in the galaxy—"

Zap.

Ngh. "Why did you do that?"

"You are becoming annoying."

"You could have just said so."

Zap.

Childish. She remains quiet, though.

She doesn't get zapped again.

Occlus's speeder is, as promised, just outside. She climbs in and starts it with slightly more force than necessary.

Sure whatever on she goes.

The Imperial base camp is not far. Occlus floors it almost the entire way, slowing only to pass the checkpoint. She growls at the guards when they seem in the verge of questioning Rafa's presence, and they get waved through quickly.

...has its perks.

Her ship is parked in orbit. They commandeer a shuttle for immediate departure. Once aboard, she calls for Andronikos.

"Pirate! Set course for Voss. We leave immediately."

"Hello again," she greets Andronikos.