As Garret left the cockpit, an annoyed look flashed across Sya's face a moment, "Yes, yes...perfectly fine. Just landing on a heavily garrisoned Core World in a stolen shuttle. Sometimes I wish I was back in a starfighter and not sitting around waiting to get shot at..."
She then looked to Sara, who opened up a comm channel and, after a moment, began to relay the necessary information to the Docking Control Officer. The man had a thick, Coruscanti accent but didn't seem to be any trouble. In a short time, the comm system was off and Sara looked over her shoulder and called back to everyone, "We are good. It seems to me that they were quite impressed, even."
"Just say 'They bought it' and we'll all understand..." Sya rolled her eyes but went back to the controls, bringing the Vortex in closer to Corulag in a casual, slow course that was meant to make it clear they weren't a target.
In the front viewport of the shuttle, the planet grew until it consumed everything. Star Destroyers and other Imperial cruisers could be seen easily, and it was at least slightly unnerving to be flying so closely under them. It was rare to get so close to Imperial ships without being fired upon. But the defense fleet was soon behind the Vortex, and space gave way to atmosphere.
Below, the oceans of Corulag could be seen clearly, and in only a matter of minutes, so could your destination. Curamelle was easy to spot below, a huge span of durasteel buildings rising high into the planet's sky and stretching for kilometers on all sides. There looked to be various hangars and docking bays, along with offices and other kinds of buildings expected in a Core planet. But what truly stood out was the Imperial Academy, a huge pyramid-like building surrounded by kilometers of training facilities. It was actually quite impressive.
Soon, the Vortex's stabilizing wings were folding up and Sya was gently bringing the ship down into a square-shaped collection of docking bays, all with roof-top openings. Some were closed, likely occupied, but others were open revealing empty spaces or transports of various types. Some were even large enough to hold freighters that were larger than most of the ships in the Alliance fleet.
As the ship finally reached the ground below, a very nicely crafted duracrete landing bay, a group of four white-armoured Stormtroopers could be seen off to one side with a grey-uniformed human waiting with a datapad in hand. Behind them was what looked to be a door. The hangar itself was clean, looked brand new, and looked to have everything from fueling stations to a small, windowed room that very well could have been a lounge of some kind.
Once down, Sara was on her feet and headed back to the hold to the rest of you, extending a datapad, "They transmitted this to us on approach. Looks like local maps and other helpful things. I believe, as Sya said, they bought the story quite well. I have a little experience with certain...people of status. I believe it would be beneath you to deal with the docking officer. Shall I assume an overly haughty attitude and make it understood to them that price is no issue while you ignore them and go about your much more important business?"