3...2...1... Christine reverted to realspace expecting to find the organized workings of a commercial port, with ranks of starships shipping cargo in and out. Instead, as her Delta-7 dropped free from its hyperspace ring, the first thing to fill her interceptor's viewport was the hulking silhouette of a Venator-class Jedi Cruiser. She jerked her control stick hard to port instinctively, but the ship was too far to pose a significant threat to her anyways. As she oriented herself, more ships came into view- cruisers, destroyers, frigates, transports, as well as little specks that could only be starfighters. Light flashed and pulsed from all directions, emanating from turbolasers, ion bursts, missiles, and detonating ships. Abruptly, two droid starfighters dived toward her on an intercept course. In a panic, Christine pressed the button controlling her laser cannons, instantly vaporizing the lead droid. The second droid took stock of this new threat and promptly launched a pair of discord missiles. Christine gunned her starfighter's engine and plunged desperately into the chaotic space battle, hoping to lose the missiles in the mayhem. She skimmed the underbelly of a Venator cruiser, nimbly dodged an astonished V-Wing and soared up part the side of the Venator's hangar. But both persistent missiles remained hard on her tail, maneuvering just as, if not more, nimbly. Christine rolled her ship twice, skimmed over the surface of a badly damaged Acclamator, dodged around its command bridge, and soared straight through a (carbon-scorched) hole in the side a Munificent-class Banking Clan frigate. One missile flew off mark and slammed into the pockmarked side of the frigate, but the second whizzed cleanly through the hole. As Christine desperately dived toward a a Commerce Guild destroyer floating dead in space, a Republic Tavya-class armored picket descended toward her and began demanding identification. Christine, now at the end of her wits, viciously raked the vessel with a torrent of laserfire, scorching black marks along the length of its port side. Then, before the stunned gunners on the ship could retaliate, she threw her Delta-7 into a double roll and shot toward a heavily-besieged Trade Federation battleship. The Republic picket ship moved to pursue her but failed to detect the second discord missile that had been tracking Christine. The torpedo, traveling at a speed of over 40 kilometers per second and still accelerating, failed to maneuver properly, slammed into the picket ship's engines, and detonated, shattering the Republic vessel like a raw egg. Christine sighed a deep breath of relief. Immediately, two ARC-170s that had been prsuing a Separatist boarding craft before they witnessed Christine's actions abandoned their former quarry and ascended from below to neutralize the new threat. Christine, jolted to attention by the sudden incessant beeping of her sensors picked up speed and hurtled toward the Trade Federation battleship, desperately signaling the secret code Vadde given her. The ARCs, meanwhile, leveled off behind her and began to fire wildly. Gritting her teeth, Christine slammed shut her main engine and threw open her reverse and ascent thrusters, catapulting her starfighter upward. Both ARCs, not anticipating the move, hurtled right under her Delta-7 before they realized what had occurred. Christine dropped her ship down to be level with theirs and fired, shearing the port S-foils off one ARC, leaving it dead in space. The second ARC jerked to a violent stop and turned around, but automated turrets on the Trade Fed battleship had detected the enemy intruder. A fusillade of red turbolaser fire instantly shredded the Republic starfighter into smithereens. Frantically, before she could be engaged by more Republic of Separatist spacecraft, Christine beamed Vadde's access code again and again at the Trade Federation battleship. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the refined voice of a protocol droid beamed itself into the comm system.
"Trade Federation Dividend to commandeered Republic starfighter, your signal has been recognized. Please power down your weapons and enter Hangar Number Three." Christine carefully eased her ship into the hangar under watchful examination from patrolling Vulture droids. Immediately upon landing, battle droids and Neimoidian guards surrounded her ship, weapons ready, but Christine sensed cautious rather than hostile intent in them.