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@Triter Zonne
Grid Coordinates I-8, in the Roxuli Asteroids...
Triter Zonne opened his eyes slowly, the ping of his tiny ship's reversion notice alarm beeping insistently.
"...karkin' ship interrupting a good night's rest... mmh, hm?"
The young Amaran clawed his way back to consciousness, shaking his head, his broad ears flapping slightly as he did so. Through the canopy overhead, he was illuminated by the blue tunnel of hyperspace, which swirled around the ship.
He groped for the alarm, and turned it off. Reaching behind him into the middle seat of the three-seat cockpit, he removed a can from a bag, pulling a tab and balancing it on the arm of his seat as its self-heating element began to warm the caf within to a palatable temperature.
After it had heated, Triter picked up the can, took a sip, and lowered it just as the ship slipped out of hyperspace and reverted to realspace.
"...well that's just depressing."
Before the tiny ship was an asteroid field, dull brown and grey, just like millions of other similar areas across the Galaxy. Most stars had them, and to Triter's eye, they all looked pretty much the same.
That he had come across hundreds of light-years just to reach such a place was a bit anticlimactic.
Still, hopefully it would be worth the trip.
Some time before, Triter had thrown in with a cause. In retaliation for recent moves against their territory, the Hutts had organized a lightning raid on Ziost, the capital of the Sith Brotherhood. The attack had come when the Sith had been busy conquering the planet Coruscant, and Triter had played a key role in the successful destruction of Ziost's defensive garrison fleet and ground-based defenses, leading the squadrons in their attack.
The attack had only been partially successful - the bomber squadrons which had exploited Triter's breakthrough had met unexpectedly stiff resistance - but Triter had made few friends in the aftermath. He was now among the Empire's most wanted for his role in the attack, and despite fleeing to the far reaches of the Galaxy to escape them, bounty hunters seemed to keep finding him.
So, he had hatched a plan.
The Roxuli Asteroids were a source of raw materials for the entire sector. That meant there was a lot of traffic going in and out. Triter intended to spend a few days in the area, and make arrangements to conceal his ship in one of the ore transports leaving the asteroids, disguising his departure. Hopefully, it would be enough to throw off the Bounty Hunters for at least a few months...
Triter looked over the enormous drone ore transports which lined the docks as he piloted his ship into one of the enclosed civilian docking bays. Nobody paid attention to a drone barge; their holds were more than big enough to accommodate his ship, and he could even save some money on fuel.
But it would take time to make the plan work.
Where to start... he thought to himself. I wonder what kind of night-life these rocks have, anyway.
@Triter Zonne
Grid Coordinates I-8, in the Roxuli Asteroids...
Triter Zonne opened his eyes slowly, the ping of his tiny ship's reversion notice alarm beeping insistently.
"...karkin' ship interrupting a good night's rest... mmh, hm?"
The young Amaran clawed his way back to consciousness, shaking his head, his broad ears flapping slightly as he did so. Through the canopy overhead, he was illuminated by the blue tunnel of hyperspace, which swirled around the ship.
He groped for the alarm, and turned it off. Reaching behind him into the middle seat of the three-seat cockpit, he removed a can from a bag, pulling a tab and balancing it on the arm of his seat as its self-heating element began to warm the caf within to a palatable temperature.
After it had heated, Triter picked up the can, took a sip, and lowered it just as the ship slipped out of hyperspace and reverted to realspace.
"...well that's just depressing."
Before the tiny ship was an asteroid field, dull brown and grey, just like millions of other similar areas across the Galaxy. Most stars had them, and to Triter's eye, they all looked pretty much the same.
That he had come across hundreds of light-years just to reach such a place was a bit anticlimactic.
Still, hopefully it would be worth the trip.
Some time before, Triter had thrown in with a cause. In retaliation for recent moves against their territory, the Hutts had organized a lightning raid on Ziost, the capital of the Sith Brotherhood. The attack had come when the Sith had been busy conquering the planet Coruscant, and Triter had played a key role in the successful destruction of Ziost's defensive garrison fleet and ground-based defenses, leading the squadrons in their attack.
The attack had only been partially successful - the bomber squadrons which had exploited Triter's breakthrough had met unexpectedly stiff resistance - but Triter had made few friends in the aftermath. He was now among the Empire's most wanted for his role in the attack, and despite fleeing to the far reaches of the Galaxy to escape them, bounty hunters seemed to keep finding him.
So, he had hatched a plan.
The Roxuli Asteroids were a source of raw materials for the entire sector. That meant there was a lot of traffic going in and out. Triter intended to spend a few days in the area, and make arrangements to conceal his ship in one of the ore transports leaving the asteroids, disguising his departure. Hopefully, it would be enough to throw off the Bounty Hunters for at least a few months...
Triter looked over the enormous drone ore transports which lined the docks as he piloted his ship into one of the enclosed civilian docking bays. Nobody paid attention to a drone barge; their holds were more than big enough to accommodate his ship, and he could even save some money on fuel.
But it would take time to make the plan work.
Where to start... he thought to himself. I wonder what kind of night-life these rocks have, anyway.