"How the-" Cravis blinked furiously, attempting to make sense of how he saw in front of him a bulky, armoured assault aircraft-shaped fragment of his past landing on the mountaintop like a falcon swooping down on it's prey. "You're like an obsessive girlfriend, you are." If Cravis's boss had a mouth, it would have smiled. "It was a highly advanced piece of equipment. Besides, the usual craft was in the dojo's spaceport." "That thing was f**king vaporised by pasta, or disaster or whatever that idiot's name was!" His boss shrugged "I had it replicated." Cravis sighed. "Anyway, why get it now, it's a piece of junk, didn't even have any weapons." "You stole one that was at the beginning of its rearm cycle." Cravis frowned, then faintly smiled. "So consider the situation, the dojo's planetary defenses have been destroyed, a sign of immanent attack, so there will be star destroyer class ships in orbit and you now are equipped with a top-of-the-range cārían gunship, fully armed with high explosive, anti shield, and submunition anti fighter missles and fully charged and loaded weapons." Cravis's smile widened. "I see where you're going with this."