As they rounded the corner of the claustrophobic hallway, Imperial stormtroopers opened fire on her team.
Lieutenant Wessex and her team surged forward into the docking tube of the Imperial transport as the side door of the first U-wing slid open. Bring up the inventory of Imperial ships in the area. "And our mission may have gotten a whole lot easier. He, in turn, looked back hopefully at them. I know this mischievous little droid." Everyone in the room looked at him. "No," said Reynolds as he stepped down from the table.
"I think we've been compromised," said Captain Dey of the Black Hawk. The BD-model droid squirmed and chirped in the Lieutenant Colonel's hands. "How much has that droid heard?" said Bradley with concern. "What in the blazes is that?." asked Daly. After some effort and much noise, his hand emerged from the vent, producing a BD-model droid. As the lid swung back and forth, he reached inside until he was able to grab ahold of something. Using his hands, he pulled at the grate until it opened. Lieutenant Colonel Reynolds leapt from his seat and climbed up on the briefing table. Just then, a clattering sound followed by some chirps came from the vent in the ceiling. All eyes in the room turned to look at him. "There may be another way," he said after a minute. Not by a long shot."Ĭaptain Quelle sighed and leaned back at an angle in his chair, rubbing his mouth with thought. "But we won't get another chance like this. "Every minute we waste here arguing is a minute lost." He looked around to his peers and their weary faces. "Estimates at best are twelve hours until the target has completed its repairs and resupply," said Murg. "What is the operation window?" asked Quelle. If we are going to act, we have to act now." Nobody outside of this room must know what we are planning. The more people we involve, the more we risk having intel get out. "Most of the Sovereignty Task Force is otherwise engaged, and time is not on our side. "I say we ask Admiral Vodani for proper support, and mount a full-scale assault." "We simply don't have the firepower, Major," said Commander Taggott of the Katarn's Claw. "There's no way that our squadrons can acquire the target and make it out safely, even with our support." "It's suicide," said Captain Daly of the Regis. And with Barand's forces constantly on the move…." "With so much Imperial and civilian traffic in and out of the area, it's difficult to catalogue each ship. "That is more troublesome to determine," said Murg with a heavy sigh. "Are there any other major ships in the area?" asked Captain Bill "Owtlaw" Bradley of the Frigate Rehz'nor. "It's reliable," said Murg, grasping the back of the chair in front of him. "Are we sure about the intel?" asked Captain Quelle. Docked near the station was an Imperial Mark-II class Star Destroyer, a Victory-class Star Destroyer, and numerous other craft and transports of varying sizes and designs. Tufts of smoke whirled around as those who had death sticks puffed away at them, the orange ends glowing brilliantly before dying.Įmitting from the projector lay the image of an Imperial XQ5 platform. The holographic projector in the middle of the table lit the darkened room. The one exception, of course, was Lieutenant Colonel Chris 'Jalb_k' Reynolds, OC of Rogue Squadron. Only Captain Quelle and the other senior captains of the task force had joined him, each seated around the table. Mogazz Murg stood in the private briefing room aboard the CRS Vigilant.
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