Tyran sat at his console, eased back into the chair, his feet on top of the computers. Fast, heavy music thumped its way around his small surveillance craft, drifting in orbit around the planet Torow. Eyes closed, his foot tapped alongside the music, until it was interrupted by a loud 'beep-beep'. Tyran sat up, his eyes fluttered open and he reached forward to flick off the music. "... Huh." He tapped a few times on his console, bringing up a view of the Kroovonian system. Another ship was coming in... a Jedi transport, it looked like. "Those would be them." He raises his hand to run through his black hair draped over his eyes, sighing. He'd taken on this mission from the Jedi to confirm the beginning reports three weeks ago, and drifted from port to port scanning over Torow again and again, tapping in to communications to narrow down the location of where the dark Jedi had snuck off to, and here were the relief force. Stern-faced, he swung around his ship to head over towards the new ship, tapping in a request to open communications.