For now, the Separatist commander was content to wait in his own quarters. The meeting with the Jedi was likely to be interesting. Always wary for tricks, Shiva had prepared ahead of time. No less than sixteen B2 battle droids would be on station, as well as four of the infamous MagnaGuards.

Several moments passed and it was time exit hyperspace. WIth the flip of a switch, the engines would re-direct the power back to the ship and assume normal speeds. As Havoc pulled out of hyperspace, there in front of him was a satellite. Grinning some, Havoc begun to get angry. "When this is all over... I'm going to shove my boot so far up his..." However he was interupted from a strange disturbance in his controls, which signaled to the Jedi that his vessel was in fact being scanned. This was when Havoc begun to get a little cautious. To by some time, he would just fly in circles. Whatever was being sent, probably was going to go to Shiva, but if not... Havoc would make sure he got out of there... ASAP.

Tracking Havoc had seemed daunting, for a short time, especially considering how blatantly he'd been ignored on Dantooine. It wasn't a matter he felt the need to pursue further; no doubt the Empire already had its hands digging deep into the policies and infrastructure of Dantooine's governing body.
Luckily for Fett, there weren't a great deal of Eta-2 Actis-class starfighters running the space lanes these days, not since most of their pilots had been put on their funeral pyres. And with the network of contacts he'd built on rim worlds like Tatooine, it had only been a matter of time before the report came in that a Jedi was probably hiding on the run-down desert world.
And so, he'd waited, with patience bred of learning from and out-growing the best bounty hunters the galaxy had to offer. He'd shut down all but the most essential of Slave I's systems, running her on silent mode with little more than her shields, sensor suite and sensor mask active.
Once the small Jedi ship had been detected leaving the planet, he was on course to follow, keeping himself hidden and performing a subtle scan to determine trajectory and destination.

After jumping back out of the system, Fett collated data that he'd been able to collect, then plotted a course to take him back into the system with his exit point located within the sattelite's sensor shadow, masking him from detection while he waited to make his move...

If he made the jump, Havoc would be cordially greeted and instructed to slave his craft's navigation system to that of the shuttle in preperation to be taken to Shiva without further issues.

When he emerged behind the interceptor, Fett was ready; not willing to continue the game of cat and mouse through hyperspace, he flipped a switch on the console before him, bringing online the concealed tracking beacon launcher in the hull of his ship.
What he hadn't expected was the presence of another ship, seemingly waiting for the Jedi.
So, he thought to himself, you have allies. This might be worth more than I'd anticipated.
Firing off a pair of tracking beacons, one at the wing support of the Jedi Interceptor and one at the engine cluster of the shuttle, he pinged the nearest Imperial fleet his location, on the off chance things were about to get hairy.

He waited, maintaining a steady distance, though at this stage, detection wasn't an issue. There weren't many places to hide in space with a tracking beacon stuck to your ship, whether aware of it or not.

"Set a return course for Tatooine. We will rendezvous there and recalculate the jump to Shiva."

Taking his own advice, the shuttle pilot oriented the craft in the proper direction and prepared to initiate a hyperjump, barring a return attack.

Re-engaging the starboard thruster, he sent a spray of cannonfire from his rapid-fire cannons across the bow of the retreating shuttle, as a warning, then followed the Jedi interceptor's course. Interesting as the shuttle's presence was, he was here for a specific target.
He fired another homing beacon, and allowed his tractor beam projector to be detected as it came online; hopefully, those two alone would be enough to distract Havoc while Fett performed yet another deep scan of the ship, noticing that the shuttle had peeled away in a different direction, and predicting another hyperjump.
"I can keep this up longer than you can, Jedi..." he said into the ship-to-ship comm, on the off-chance anyone was listening.

"Shoulda taken the hint..." Fett muttered to himself, adjusting course to follow the shuttle; Havoc had jumped away, and while his trajectory was logged, the clever barve had wiped his systems before executing the jump. He'd have to spend a little extra time following up on the Jedi this time, but he still had a few investigative techniques up his sleeve.
The shuttle, now the focus of Fett's attention, appeared to be spooling up for a hyperjump of its own. Thinking quickly, he fired his last tracking beacon, aware that the shuttle's pilot would momentarily have to surrender control to the hyperdrive, and that moment would be all the beacon needed to latch itself to the retreating vessel.

If Fett couldn't track the Jedi, he'd put his chances on the mysterious contact.

Meanwhile, the Shield of Justice had moved, heading out of its area and into a hyperjump, escorted by its secondary vessel. Shiva's position had possibly been compromised.