Your Fix-It roll to hack into the computer banks means you can examine the comms unit just fine. And you are very impressed with this thing, Xavier. It is powerful enough to transmit and intercept signals from as far away as the fringes of the Core Worlds (though that is pushing it), despite being housed underground on a world so distant as Alouloth.
As Trax thought it would, the chat logs contain comm contact information and a tracking system for the transponders of the pirate vessels of Svidrigailov's fleet.
You find the Ravaging Claw. It is moving into orbit over Ord Janon.
Ord Janon is actually a Republic military outpost beyond its borders. 'Ord' is more of a title than a name, short for 'Ordinance/Regional Depot.' Most of these depots were established during the exploratory days of the Republic. There are dozens of planets titled Ord scattered throughout space.
Trax thinks Friste must be crazy to be piloting a known pirate vessel into the orbit of a Republic military base. It isn't as if the Republic has a standing military, but they do have some personnel manning these bases and they have plenty of firepower.
Xavier will remind Trax that it will be Friste leading the attack, and that Trax knows what he can do.
Ok then we have a destination, we should probably start heading that way. Before he leaves though Xavier wants to check and see if there are any ready medical supplies for him to use, and he wants to see the security recording of when those men died and why.
There are some medical supplies in the armory. In fact, it is when you double-check the armory that you realize that there is a distinct lack of assault carbines in it. All of the weapons left over are pistols of various makes and sizes, and heavy artillery pieces that pirates have little use for.
You access the security recording and watch the hologram play out...
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The three men scurried out of the main room. One is in an old military uniform, a pistol at his side. The other two are unarmed.
"Commander, he's MAD!" one of them shouts. "Sviddy never would have gone with this!"
"I know," the man in uniform responds. "It is an abandonment of what we as slavers have worked for. It is a step away from piracy for some fool's errand!"
"It'll bring the wrath of the Republic down on us, that's for sure," the third man says. "They've already butchered ol' Svid for dicking around in Republic space. If Frost goes hunting for those Sithy secrets, it won't matter WHERE we are."
"Is that so?"
Frost has crept up behind them as they talked. Without another word, he ignites his lightsaber- the red one- through the first pirate. He falls, a hole cleanly burnt through his heart. Before the second can react, the lightsaber passes through his midsection.
"Murderer!" the commander shouts.
"Mutineer!" Friste shouts, mocking him. "You forget your place, Wyl. Svidrigailov has left ME in charge of the Sklaboreans, not you. They will follow my orders or they will meet your fate."
The commander draws his pistol and tries to shoot Friste, but the pirate is no match for the Dark Jedi. Friste runs forward and past his target, decapitating the man with one swift blow. He turns around to frown at the fallen body and its severed head.
"Such a pity," Friste says. There are gasps of horror from the end of the corridor, in the main room, which the Dark Jedi looks towards. "Let this be a lesson to you! THIS..." Friste uses the Force to levitate the commander's head, its expression slack, "...is how I deal with traitors!"
He drops the head and walks out of the men's quarters.
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Recordings briefly after that show the pirates moving stuff out of their quarters, personal belongings and weapons. Friste goes into his room at one point and emerges with a few things.
Once it falls quiet, there is nothing recorded until you walk into the quarters, examine the bodies of the slain pirates, and then glance up at the camera before checking out the rooms.