Remi the Grey
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06.23.2012 , 10:13 PM |
On board the XS Freighter, Remi contacted the Jedi Council. “Master Kavil, the meeting was a setup. Lord Ebon is planning an attack on Tattooine. There’s an army of Exchange and Black Sun heading to Anchorhead, the Captain and my crew are in trouble.”
“Calm yourself Master Remi. We received a distress signal from the Captain. The Republic is dispatching additional troops to Anchorhead as we speak.” Relief flooded through Remi, she sagged against the console.
“How long until they touch down?” she asked, knowing every minute would count.
“Two days.” She heard gasps behind her as the crew listened in. That would never be in time.
“Two days?” She repeated in disbelief. “Are they walking? Anchorhead will be overrun in two days. You said you’d have back up ready for them if it was needed!”
“The criminals have set up anti-air defenses in the wastes. We can’t just land forces at the spaceport.” He replied.
That means the Scourge and the others can’t escape either.
“The citizens have been instructed to evacuate to their dwellings, we believe they can hold out until reinforcements arrive. We need you to return to Tython to give your full report.” Master Kavil continued blithely. “I know you are worried about your friends, but the Republic army can handle their rescue.”
That’s a lie.
My friends are just expendable to you.
“As you wish Master.” Remi bowed to the holograph and cut the transmission.
“We’re not really going to Tython are we?” Corso asked, he looked tired and battered, but he hefted his rifle in challenge. The rest of the crew moved to surround her.
“We are,” she said through clenched teeth. “After we save our friends.” The crew relaxed, they had not wanted to mutiny against the Jedi, but they would rather die on the ship than abandon their Captain. “How long till we arrive.”
“Two days,” Risha replied without having to calculate. “Even in this ship we’ll never get there in time. ”
Remi stalked to the navi-console and tapped in a new route, a fast Hyperspace route between Nar Shadaa and Tattooine. The Order had discovered it and kept it on an astrogation computer; it sat in the ruins of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, until Remi helped recover it. Giving the route to a band of smugglers was not exactly treason, but she was sure she would be reprimanded.
They can just add it to the list.
She thought grimly.
Risha studied the new coordinates. “Four hours, she announced.” The rest of the crew ran off to prepare.
“Do you have a way for me to get to the surface through the anti-air?” Remi asked.
Risha smiled with none of her usual cheer, “Yeah, we call it the XS Freighter Flyby.”