"Unless there's an obvious way to research Sith to find the best one to steal from?"

"I don't think there's, like, a directory or anything, no."

"Eh, Sith hangar it is then."

To the spaceport!

"Okay, I need ten minutes with a terminal here."

"All right. Let's see if we can find you a good one."

After some searching, they find one in an appropriate corner.

"Right, this'll work. Um. Try not to let anyone see the screen?"

"Of course."

He will be the most subtle of guard dogs. Like a kath hound, but with subtlety.

And what a helpful kath hound he makes.

Slicing, slicing. Ana wishes T7 hadn't been destroyed when the Guard blew up their ship, he was so much better at this. But she did pick up a few tricks, and the spaceport's full directory soon lies open before her. Let's see... who's a Sith that has a ship here right now and looks bully-able?

She narrows down the list to a couple of possibles, then calls Revan over. "Any sense about which of these?"

Revan looks at the list, hums thoughtfully, then points.

"That one," he says, "is the only apprentice of the Dark Council member, but doesn't trail her master, and hasn't gotten into many fights with other Sith. Which means she'll probably be inexperienced while still able to answer our questions."

"Okay. She's in... LD-A3. That's this way."

Ana sets a spike that will erase all record of the last ten minutes from the terminal, and sets off.

Off they go!

The hangar contains a sleek, state-of-the-art beauty of a ship, devoid of guards.

"Oh, wow. That is a nice ship. I would like to have that ship."

"No kidding," whistles Revan. "The lack of guards makes me - nervous, though. Think the Sith coasts by on her master's reputation, or...?"

"Probably not something we can just assume.."

Danger sense, go!

The Sith is in her ship, eating some kind of cereal. She doesn't feel particularly dangerous, and neither does her small crew.

"...Apparently the Sith is on board? Not a big crew, if we can get inside quietly we might be able to take them."

"Huh. Wouldn't have pegged that presence for a Sith, but - yes, let's go."

"Well, you know. Force user, Imperial capital, Sith ship. Odds are against there being three of us here at once."

Up to the the airlock. What kind of security does it have?

Pretty good security, actually. The door looks impossible to slice, except with a lightsaber.

...

And then the door opens.

"Uh. Would you believe me if I said we were room service?"

Ana can have her sabers out in less than an eyeblink.

The Sith Lord on the other side of the airlock looks rather like she couldn't have her sabers out in less than an eyeblink. She's busy eating cereal. Completely unconcerned with the two of them.

"Not particularly, no. Hello."

"Hi. Uh. Can we borrow your ship?"

The Sith Lord looks at him. She has another bite of cereal, and she thinks about it.

"No."

"Please?"

"Oh, well, if you use the word please, then that changes everything, my answer iiiiis - still no."