“Right,” said Lake to the sergeant, “now that we’ve established mass confusion out there, and a traffic jam to rival a Coruscant rush hour, it’s time to let our people know that we’ve completed our part of the mission.” She frowned at the nav panel. “Before we get shot at,” she added.
She connected her comlink to the nav station, and with the push of a few buttons, she had rigged up the ship to broadcast to the Republic forces that the Acadia Raider was now under friendly control, yet at the same time, the Mandalorians were still none the wiser.
“There.” Lake grinned. “That’s better.”
Veni, Vidi, Velcro. (I came, I saw, I stuck around)