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"Get the Headmistress." He turned away from the man, moving toward the door.

"My lord?" The researcher arched an eyebrow at the man, then darted his eyes back toward the fragments of holocron laid out on the table before him. His mind raced, his heart pounding in his chest. He wondered if he had done something wrong, committed some sort of unforgivable error. He retraced his steps, how he had carefully laid out the bits of crystal lattice. Did he remember to keep the shards close enough to each other, in order to avoid any dissipation of residual energy? He cursed himself silently. He wanted this assignment, he practically begged for the chance to show off the new discovery to the Krath Lord, and now he was in this fine predicament. He sighed. "Were you done with..."

Muz turned his head briefly, a cold look crossing his face as a hand shot up to indicate the requirement for silence. The researcher flinched, reaching out with his own senses, letting the pull of the Force wash over him as he felt along the very essence of the universe. He felt the corridors, lined with journeymen, minds swirling as they found their place in their new and larger world. He felt the guards, some from the Throne, others wearing the deep cerulean of the Obelisk as they made their paces. He felt the heavy doors of the vaults, the seals keeping the most precious bits of treasure from...what did Ciara call it? Distracting or corrupting the members of the Academy. Beyond that, he felt the cold, the void of space. The hairs stood on the back of his neck as the klaxons pierced his ears. The door slid open, the black armored clone and violet skinned Twi'lek leaning on the corridor wall in wait, a pair of droids between them. Muz turned back to the researcher, pointing at the commlink on the wall before stepping through the doorway.

"They're playing our song." Doc smiled as he put his helmet on, drawing one of his pistols from a holster at his hip. Muz stepped past him, his gait measured and heavy as he moved down the hallway, the thoroughfare leading to one of the landing platforms.

"Of course they are." Leena groused, nodding at Hekate to take up the rear, walking alongside her blastromech droid. "There's no such thing as a milk run with..." Her voice trailed off as she pulled a datapad into her hand, fast fingers tapping commands as she pulled data from the station's systems. "The station is under attack." She paused watching the data develop. "That's...a lot of ships."

"One of the clans?" Doc sneered the question through his helmet. He wouldn't put it past any of the clans to try to strike an attack of opportunity, try to seize the artifacts and neophytes for themselves. It'd be a risky gamble, but he had read of worse attempts.

"They're having trouble with the IFFs." Leena paused for a moment. "Like at Meridian."

"The Collective then." Doc chuckled, watching the end of the corridor grow closer with every step. He looked at the Keibatsu. "We're playing defense this time, or are we just bailing?"

The chaos seemed to grow closer, distant explosions echoing toward them, the metallic whine of breaching jaws tearing through the hull giving way to the thump of boots hitting the floor and weapons charging in the distance. "Blackwind's messaged us." Leena snarled, crouching down behind her droid for a moment, fingers flying across the device in her hands. "Ciara's asking for aid."

The light spilling from his sabers was all the answer that was given.