<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/32/66/c5/3266c521e7517760de09ab0d9ba3ab85.jpg)</div>Darbra aka Tara  tucked her data pads back into their respective pockets and nodded.  The sooner the better as far as she was concerned.  She could feel the planet closing in around her, as if it were shrinking and leaving her fewer and fewer places to hide.  She’d done what she came there to do and more besides, it was time to take care of herself so that she could live to fight another day.  Not that she had any intention on sharing any of that with Sethcor.  He’d already proven to be a loyalist just by the question he’d asked her about her thoughts on the Republic.<br/><br/>She followed him out and waited for a transport.  “My droid will meet us there, I have everything else I need,” she confirmed.<br/><br/>Just before they got into the vehicle the hair on the back of her neck rose, a tingling sensation washing across her body.  Her trainer had called it a sixth sense, she just thought she was overly paranoid.  Sometimes her feelings were right, however, and right now she felt like she was being watched.  She glanced around quickly but didn’t find anything before she closed the door to the vehicle behind her and settled into the seat next to the Captain.<br/><br/>She shivered and rubbed the back of her neck with one hand.  She took a small earpiece out of one of her multitude of hidden pockets and slid it into her ear, it was a direct link to her droid.  3D acknowledged the link and asked if everything was alright, to which she grunted.  “Not sure.  Be careful,” she murmured under her breath.  “Run a surface scan of official traffic and let me know if you see anything out of the ordinary.  We’ll be there in twenty.”<br/><br/>The automated vehicle chose that moment to swerve to avoid a mid-air collision and she slid across the seat into the Captain.  That would teach her not to put on her safety belt.  “Sorry...” she said with a grimace as she slid back across the seat and buckled in.