Dear Mr. Merrill

[Talise Skirata]

The young woman walked along the corridor and into the base hanger where she knew a certain ship was housed for the moment. She pulled out a small package and a strip of tape and fixed it to the ship's hatch. Inside was a letter and a set of old fashioned keys.

Dear Mr. Merrill,

There is a safe on Mygeeto that has some funds your people must have misplaced, they were precious metals, gems and cash credits...weird ain't it? There was also a datapad with a location to beskar coated Vheviin fighters and Yavin-Class fighters. You should mention that to them. Have a nice day.

Jasper Ar'klim
Field Marshal
Okyaab Six

The package set the woman walked back to her work in the repair bay.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Talise Skirata"]

Jorus' fist closed around the keys. "Hey Beyyr, did you see anything?"

"Wrruf."

"Seriously?"

"Whuffff."

"Alright. Looks like we're going to Mygeeto."

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A goodly distance, Mygeeto. He spent the jump on the jump, accelerating the Gypsymoth through hyperspace at ridiculous, unprecedented speeds. A curve around the Core through the base of the Slice, up the Trans-Hydian a little way, then over to the Braxant in a long-way-around the Sith, then a tariff in Mando territory, and he was there. The locker turned out to have what was promised.