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Piloting the ship himself, Dylan smirked at Jonathan. The small, multipurpose vessel known as an Owl jetted across the expanse smoothly, its gravity drive best suited to the current task. Proximity to the massive ships helped, of course. "So, here we are again, Jon. Only this time..."

"Protocol rules. Bloody politics." Jon laughed with his comrade, remembering the simpler days. Agency and Midnight had always been close affiliated. He watched as Dylan released the controls, a holo informing the a tractor beam was in use rendering further piloting unnecessary. "What about your arm, Ryder?"

"Well, it's not like they made the damned blade easy to take out, now is it? Didn't have the time." Rolling up his sleeve, the Councilor exposed his cybernetic replacement, opening an access panel. Looking over the contents, he pulled a chip out of its socket, placing it in a black case. "There. Best can do, and they can even hold the control chip if they want to."

A few minutes later, the Owl set down in the hangar, the pair opening up the bay door on the side to drop lightly to the floor. Jonathan waited with his hands half in his pockets, Dylan crossing his arms.