Admiral Dunsany smiled as he'd finished the tour of the stolen yacht, Thieving Wench. "It's hard to believe that that was a YT-2000!" He said. "Is there nothing you can't do with the YT series?" "You sound like an advertisement for Corellian Egineering Corporation Admiral." V'reenda joked. The officer shrugged. "I can't help it if Corellians make the best ships." "You must be a Corellian, sir." Saber said smiling. Dunsany nodded. "Proudly so. And I see that you are as well. Or hear that is. You're from Corell City, correct?" "Yes sir. My family converts ships into luxury yachts. Just like what was done with this ship." "Well that's good to know." A voice said behind them. They turned as The Master entered the observation deck on the new Spear class frigate. All three bowed their heads as the ancient Sith entered, his black robes swirling about him. "Maybe we can find a use for you doing just that. After your training of course." Saber was surprised at the pleasant nature of the man. But she also sensed much power in him. More power than anyone she'd felt before, with the possible exception of Luke skywalker. "I saw the holo from Tranta's moon you told me of Darth Dunsany. And those frigates did make short work of that Victory class Stardestroyer. I wish we'd been able to get the rest of them." The Master smiled. "That will be all Admiral. The officer bowed his head and left. The Sith Lord turned his attention to the former Jedi. "Where is Darth Byrnn, I thought he was with you?" "He's on the yacht. He is in love with it." V'reenda said with a smirk. "Well, that's too bad for him, because I'm giving it to you. You'll have to remove all of the luxury components, though. I want that ship for smuggling. Both cargo and people." The Master's eyes bore into Saber's own. "Can you do this?" "Easily, Master." She said, bowing her head. The man stared hard at her hair. "How long did it take to do your hair?" "About an hour Master." Saber responded in confusion. "Remove it. It is vanity. And vanity is a weakness." "Yes Master." The young woman's heart sank. The Sith Lord glared at her. "No, I'm not going to ask you to scar your face, or disfigure yourself!" He told her angrily. "But vanity is a weakness we exploit in others, and thus we cannot allow it to be used against us. But your beauty Can be as much of a weapon as your lightsaber, or the Force. You'll find that it can open doors far easier than brute force." "Yes Master. It will be done." "I know it will." He said quietly. "Now how long do you think it will take to turn that YT-2000 back into a freighter?" "Give me three droids and I can have it ready in less than a week. Two if you want to get fancy with the weaponry." Saber was now in familiar territory. Being Corellian, ships were her life. And she relished the chance to tinker with the YT-2000. "I think we might have a shipwright Darth V'reenda." The Master smiled before turning back to the apprentice. "V'reenda will take you to the planet below. There you will meet our supply officer. Tell Darth Vrash what you need, and she'll get it. Go crazy with it. I'm planning on you two doing quite a bit of work together in that thing while you are training, Saber."