OOC-Zan already paid for it.
"Your friend already paid for it." He smiled.
As soon as they were aboard the ship took off. Zan had his ship slave-rigged so it followed closely behind via remote control.
Awhile later they pulled out of hyperspace at the edge of a star system.
"There are no records of Tri-nah in either the Republic or Jedi files." Zan told them. "Our intel is nill and unless any of you have been to Tri-nah we're going in blind...or at least pretty short-sighted." Zan told the pilot to move in carefully and see if he could scan the planet undetected.
The ship edged closer..."No spacecraft on scanners sir." The pilot said.
"Interesting. Keep scanning."
"Pulling up geographic data now." The pilot keyed a switch and a holoprojector displayed a 3D image of the planet.
There were plenty of fields and grassland...Then Zan noticed a few cities. He zoomed in closer.
"Pretty low in the tech department." One of the commandos noted.
"Looks like." Zan said. The map rotated slowly as the ship scanned the planet. "What's this?" Zan asked to himself. He zoomed in on a ridge. There was what looked like a castle or a fortress sitting on top of it.
"Is this yours?" He asked the little guy, who'd been quiet the whole trip.
"No...not ours." He said nervously. This warlord business had him scared worst than Zan thought.
"Gentlemen, we've found our warlord." He tried to coax the little guy into telling him anything useful about the fortress, but all he got was "too big...can't get in." Zan thought this an exaggeration.
"We'll get in..." He assured the little guy. "And we'll bring this warlord out."
"No orbital defenses of any sort." The pilot said. He sent more data back to the holoprojector. "Looks like it's pretty well armed." Zan commented. There were multiple laser turrets bristling all around the fortress. "But there's a slight gap...here." He pointed to a spot in the South-Western wall.
Soon they'd figured out an approach vector.
"Take us in." Zan ordered.
"Yessir." The pilot replied and the ship cut through the planet's atmosphere. Zan strapped himself in as the ship began to vibrate. They noticed a slight drop in speed. The ship's engines shut down with a "Hummmm." They were gliding in to reduce the engine's heat signature.
"2 klicks and closing." The pilot said a few minutes later. The ramp opened with a "WHMP!" and a vacuum of cold air to sucked the ship's heat out. Zan slipped on an enclosed helmet. "Get ready to jump." His voice sounded mechanical through the helm.