After ten minutes of searching at low level, Mulk curses under his breath. There was no sign of the troopers. "Well, it can't be helped," Mulk muttered. "I'm going to have to gain altitude so I can use sensors." "Ok, But that will just be screaming to the Imps that you're up there." "Well I very well can't let the bastards get back to that base. Not with the kids in there. This will only take a second." When the Mazuran reached 2000 meters, he did a single sensor sweep. "Fierfek!" Pink and Seesha immediately piped in. "Are they already there?" "Hell yes. They're still sitting outside though. I think I'll just drop in and say hello." "Why don't you tell them about the Battle of Pahrn IV. That'll put them to sleep." Seesha cut in. "Be careful Mulk. Do you remember what happened the last time you did this? The youngest Arner boy had to wipe your backside for two weeks till your arms grew back." "I'll be fine. The Force will guide me." "Don't forget, old man. You quit that Jedi gig 350 years ago. You're a little out of practice." "Like I said, I'll be fine. See you when we get back on board." "Until then, may the Force be with you." Pink said. "You want me to get the Bacta tank ready boss?" The youngest Arner asked. "Of course. And I hope he can keep at least one arm this time." "You and me both."