Once the ship exited hyperspace above Tanis III, the skies were clear, so to speak. The Bandits were still free of Imperial entanglements, at least for now.
As they discussed the next steps of their plan, Nova said something quietly under her breath, more to reassure herself than anything else. "Fly casual...."
Then she looked over her shoulder from the captain's chair, for the Jawa. "Tiktuk, when you searched for the homing beacon... with your mind." Nova gestured mystically again. "Do you think you could find us the same way? Find me?" She indicated each member of the crew in turn. "DS. Rahullu. Senator Verbenti? Maybe even the Jedi? If you were close enough and you had the time, could you picture the Jedi clearly in your mind – the same way you were able to tell that there was no tracking device?"
Out of the corner of her eye, Nova saw what she assumed was a skeptical expression from Rahullu, and so she then spoke more tactically to Tiktuk. "Though as soon as you get within a parsec of the prison and a secure computer terminal, I want you to try to access as much about the layout of that place as you can. In fact, find out anything and everything you can about it. Who goes in. Out. How. Why. With what and at what time. You got it?"
"I know people might overlook you because you're a Jawa, and once we land, I think we'll be able to hustle you off as some local scavenger who tried to stow away — if it comes to that, if we can't sneak you away in secret. But DS has a point. Do you think you can lay low, stay close and stay safe, once the lot of us get separated from you and locked up?"
Then Nova looked to Rahullu. "And unfortunately, I think we're probably gonna have to 'make it look good,' Lu, No smuggler worth his spice has ever gone down without a fight."
