Deep within the confines of the Ringali Nebula the
former gas mining station that the Rebellion converted
into a base of operations sat safely out of Imperial
detection. Commander Derek Atio, captain of one of the
blockade runners that was docked at the station, found
himself in the expansive hangar bay. He stood next to
one of the BTL-S3 Y-wings of Knave Squadron, which was
half disassembled and being cannibalized to keep the
other starfighters spaceworthy. It seemed that they were
always short on resources and having to patch things
together with makeshift repairs that barely lasted
through an operation, and each time they lost resources
to the Empire they became incredibly difficult to
replace. The Empire could seemingly manufacture an
infinite amount of TIE fighters, but the 24 starfighters
the Rebellion had managed to ferry here were all they
could amass, and they were impossible to replace. After
a few moments with the Y-wing, he proceeded deeper into
the hangar to check on the progress of the Sigma-class
shuttle he had acquired from the Alderaanians last year.
He would need that shuttle for upcoming missions, and
its repairs were the prime topic on his mind.
Putting the finishing touches on the Gilded Thranta,
Sienala was wiping the sweat from her brow. Squatting
with a hydrospanner in hand, her lekku twitching in
frustration, "This is crap. I need supplies. I need a
decent hangar to..." Her eyes went wide as she suddenly
had a thought. It was not her wisest thought, but maybe
she could get Sgloggo as well as parts and possibly
another ship. She'd have to propose it to ... who the
hell was in charge of missions? She just figured she was
told where to go, but this time, she had an idea on
where to go and wanted her own team to pull it off.
The commander was dressed in the standard Rebel
officer's uniform in varying shades of brown, complete
with jacket that had a rank insignia of three blue dots
signifying the rank of commander. When he came up behind
the Twi'lek technician he cleared his throat loudly so
that she would be alerted to his presence. His eyes
scanned over the hull of the old shuttle, which they had
extensively modified. From the outside, the ship looked
pretty rough, but he still had confidence in the shuttle
and believed she had it where it counts. *If* they could
keep it spaceworthy. "How is it looking, Corporal?" he
asked, as he took a step backwards, lowering his head in
her direction, awaiting her report.
It took a moment for Sienala to realize he was
talking to her. Looking up, tired but swelling with
possibility, "She'll fly for now, but I have an idea for
a mission that will help us with our ship problems. At
least enough so that we can keep our ships better
repaired." She stood and started fidgeting. "I think we
can get two more ships out of it too...if...you don't mind
raiding a slaver."
Derek smiled with some relief that the shuttle would
be ready in time, but before he could make it inside the
craft to examine firsthand she suggested the attack on
the slaver. He was halfway up the ramp when he turned,
and lowered his body so that he could see her from
behind the hull of the ship. "A slaver?" he asked,
furrowing his brow and raising his eyebrows. He was from
the Deep Core where slavery had not existed in
millennia, and it was not something he had encountered
with with his time in the Republic or aboard luxury
liners. He had heard about it though, and what he had
heard made his skin crawl. "Where?" he asked, before
descending the ramp back into the hangar, moving close
enough to her that he could hear her more clearly.
"Where I was found. I used to be a slave, you know. I
was lucky. I got out. But there are others there,
several Imperials visit the Dome for their
entertainment. They have shuttles that land, they have
the occasional fighter on shore leave. There are all
kinds of things we can get there. Even normal folks who
show up for a good time to have their ships repaired. We
could do a small tactical strike, get a shuttle or two,
maybe even a transport. If we're lucky, we could get
The girl beamed proudly at her idea. Make trouble for
a slaver, get parts, piss off the Imperials. It was
perfect, at least in her eyes.
The prospect of additional ships, particularly ones
of Imperial design that they could use for infiltration
was an appealing one. "Where?" he asked, with a simple
one word query designed to get more information. There
were new personnel arriving everyday, and he barely had
time to get to know them all. It seemed whenever he did
get to know someone they were either transferred off or
even killed. The turnover was pretty high in the sector
command, but as they were the deepest operational cell
in Imperial territory it was to be expected. Maybe this
technician had information that would help.
"Kooriva. Babda Yoths Pleasure Dome and Emporium. We
could move in, take a grab, move out. Maybe free some of
the slaves? It could be a major coup, you know?" She was
chewing on her lower lip, getting excited that the ideas
was being considered. She'd have to focus though, part
of her was really excited to see Sgloggo again, but
there were others she was sure missed her and hoped she
was not dead.
Derek brought a grease stained hand up to his hair,
not realizing until it was too late what he had done.
"Ugh," he said in disgust, turning to look away from a
moment, as he angrily scuffed his boot upon the deck. "Kooriva
... that's not too far from here..." he commented, his eyes
seeming to move up in their sockets, revealing just how
deep in thought he was on the subject. "Sergeant
Correson's squad has an op coming up," he explained, as
he rubbed his hand on the front of his pantleg to get
the rest of the grease off. "Once we're all clear I'll
see if we can allocate some resources to scout Kooriva.
If what you say is true, we might be able to send a
team," he said to her, speaking plainly about the
situation and their limited manpower.
"I practically grew... No. I did grow up there. I know
the Pleasure Dome like I know this shuttle, only more
so. I know every security, every guard post, every
patrol. I even know a guard or two who might help. We
can do this." The grey-blue girl was grinning like an
child being told she could have the run of the candy
store. Twirling the hydrospanner in her fingers, she
started to give her hips a gyrating dance. "We can do
it, we can do it, we can do it."
Derek raised both of his hands towards her, fingers
outstretched, and moving them up and down slowly in the
air. "Okay. Okay. Calm down," he said, offering her a
sympathetic, if not somewhat surprised look. "I
appreciate your enthusiasm, Pavo," he said, his voice
growing in warmth, empathizing with her need to be
useful. "After the next operations I promise you ... we'll
look into it," he said, nodding his head at her for
emphasis. "If those kind of resources are there, believe
me, high command would want us to check it out," he
said, stepping forward, reaching out slowly to place a
hand upon her shoulder. "It'll be okay. Really," he
said, offering what comfort he could, in an effort to
calm her down.
"Should I prepare a briefing of all the things I've
seen, the layout, the movements of the guards? How
should I prepare?" The poor thing was so excited, that
at this moment, standing still was just not possible.
"Right now we all need to be focused on the missions
at hand, Pavo," Derek said to her, doing her best to
keep her on track. "We're going to be dropping two teams
in, and the shuttle and all of the gear needs to be
fully operational," he explained to her, as he withdrew
his hand from her, and turned his attention towards the
shuttle instead. "I don't want to lose anyone because of
a faulty power cell, or a conduit giving out," he said,
moving beneath the shuttle now, double checking
everything that she had done. "Looks good. Looks good,"
he said, more to himself, than the Twi'lek.
"I've been careful. Seriously, I know how to do the
repairs. It's the other things you have to worry about.
The things that require new parts. Sure, I can go if you
want, but there are other ships that need my attention
too. But, when I'm not fixing, I'll work on the plans so
that you'll have them just in case. Okay?" Still trying
to be helpful.
The Commander was starting to emerge from the shuttle
when his head collided with a landing strut, causing him
to stumble for a moment. "Ow," he said, moving his hand
up to rub at the welt forming on his forehead. He shook
his head violently to recover himself, before emerging
in front of her again. "This is going to be a long,
prolonged conflict, Pavo," he explained to her, before
raising his head to his forehead again. "It won't be won
in a day, or even a year. We'll get to Kooriva," he
assured her, nodding at her with a kind smile.
"I can still prepare. Just remember, the longer it
takes, the less accurate my information. But I can
infiltrate too. You know?" Now inspired, Sienala was
busy collecting supplies to work on the next ship. "I
actually feel like more than a tech now. You know, I
didn't want to be a slave, but I am more than just an
"Those astromechs just might win us this war," Derek
said, smirking at her, remember how valuable they had
been on several of their missions. "Believe me. It's a
top priority," he explained to her, honestly, as he
began to circle the shuttle like a predator, carefully
examining every inch of her in a preflight inspection.
"You do good work, Pavo," he said to her,
complimentarily, as he moved towards the sublight
engines. What they really needed was another
transponder, like the one they had used during their
outer rim missions.
"Thanks. It's a passion of mine. Sometimes, I could
work on a guy's ship instead of finding other ways to
keep his hands off me." There was a dismissive shrug.
"Some of the girls really liked that kind of thing. I'm
never did. It always felt...wrong."
"We need passion, Pavo," the Commander said,
sincerely, as he once again turned to ascend the ramp
into the shuttle. "Work on your plans, Corporal. We'll
have a briefing if any of us survive this op," he
shouted at her from inside the ship, with a morbid sense
of humor. He eventually made his way into the pilot's
seat to power the systems on. Everything started up
fine, but soon the lights began to dim. He reached up
with his fist and slammed it into the electrical panel,
which caused the system to start properly and the main
reaction to come on line. They were ready.