"Face speaking," came the voice on the other end of the hyper-comlink.
Knowing Terran accents could be difficult for the listener to understand, he switched to a Ralltiirian one. "This is 'Dour Watcher,' I need a transport from Terra to Coruscant. Preferably someone who wouldn't cause a stir, should he, or she, be seen."
"You'll be wanting a dead pilot's clone from the Jedi-Child Spaceport then. There is a pre-accident style Ton Phanan there, would that be alright? I'll talk to the owner and set it up."
"That'll be fine."
"When do you need him there to pick you up?"
"I'd like to reach Coruscant slightly ahead of her."
"What time are they leaving?"
"Around 2230 -0500 GMT."
"I'll have him there an hour ahead, the shuttle's had a hyperdrive upgrade, and should be a bit faster than what they've got as well."
"Sounds like a plan."
The Watcher firmed up plans on where he would be picked up, then closed down the comm.
The cloaked ship let down on the edge of Central Park, and flickered into view. He quickly ran out from the treeline and up the descending ramp before it was fully open, then slapped his hand over the palm-switch so it would close just as instantly. The cloak flicked back up, and they were on their way to Coruscant.
Watcher sat in the co-pilot's seat and looked over at the blonde pilot. "You can get us there in one piece," he smirked, "Can't you?"
"I'm the greatest pilot in the universe, and an even better medic. So no crashing, and if we get blown up, I'll put you back together. Deal?" Ton Phaanan gave him a grin.
"Deal." Watcher got up and moved back to go get some rest. He didn't know how much he might, or might not, get once he reached the city planet.
"Face said that you're Sylvana's bodyguard, or something . . . how'd you land a job with a lady like that?"
The Watcher looked at Ton Phaanan curiously.
"Well?"
"I was in the right place at the right time, I suppose," the Ralltiirian accent still in place.
"Why does 'Doctor Lovely' need a bodyguard? Last I saw her, it looked more like anyone who got on her wrong side would need one!" Ton laughed heartily.
"I would think I should say that is classified, my new friend."
Ton waved a hand dismissively. "Nevermind, probably not worth the brain-cells anyhow."
"You what?"
"I had to sedate her before I could try to land us back down after taking her to the spaceport to visit Alison." Ton flicked a few switches as they moved into a civilian holding pattern above Coruscant.
"You're kidding."
"I wish I was. Classic learned response, guess she had a bad landing once, caused her brain to completely shut down to a little kid's level and she snapped. Can't believe she's gone to Coruscant now," he shrugged. "I guess she got something to take for it, or some counseling maybe."
"I never would have guessed, she's so calmly put together."
"I didn't say she wasn't, I just said don't try to land with her in the transport, unless you have some heavy sedatives handy."