:: He found himself entering the HQ’s underground spacecraft hangar, where smaller, personal starfighters and other various ships were kept. Approaching a familiar one, deemed Mors Dominae by its owner Mari Lorica. He walked around the circumference of the ship once, before heading up the ramp-way.

On board the small YT-2000 was only the astromech droid, he had given Mari, R2 D564, plugged into its socket keeping her ship in operational condition, always ready to depart at but a moments notice. Mari had been called away to take care of some matters on the other side of the Universe and had asked that he take care of her ship for her.

Sitting down in the pilot’s chair, he slid the hinged holo-display over his lap and began to press colored areas of its smooth surface, doing his part to make sure that R2 was doing his job correctly.

He was very familiar with this ship, having spent nearly two weeks on it, during an endeavor in which his own spacecraft was destroyed, so familiar in fact that he knew more than its owner did, technical details were not one of her specialties, but Trace had been schooled in various tasks being groomed to be King of Ord Mantell, and piloting just happened to be one he excelled at.

The varying colors of the holo-display reflected in his eyes as he diligently went through the systems checks, one by one. ::