Private From Certainty to Doubt, From Devotion to Rebellion

[Thel Kaan]

The Chryya System.

Sitting at the crossroads of the Rimma Trade Route and the Hydian Way, it was a lifeline for freight moving across the galaxy. Minerals, weaponry, and starships flowed through its hyperspace lanes in a constant stream, making it one of the primary entry points into Sith Order territory. This system was a critical artery feeding the Sith war machine that ravaged the Mid-Rim. Disrupting it could deal a significant blow to their operations.

Hidden among the jagged rocks of a dense asteroid belt, a rebel cell waited in ambush. The Militant Front's force was as diverse as it was desperate: squadrons of fighters, bombers, and interceptors, each a patchwork of mismatched parts. Their ships varied wildly in origin, manufacturer, and condition, united only by necessity. Hyperdrives had been jury-rigged into fighters that had no business having them. Shield generators were salvaged and hastily installed, and weapon systems were cobbled together from spare parts.

The chaotic array of ships was a dead giveaway of their rebel nature—organized military fleets had the luxury of uniformity. The Militants, however, made do with what they had, and today, their motley fleet was poised to strike a blow against the Sith Order.

Their opportunity had come in the form of leaked intelligence: a high-value Sith supply convoy was scheduled to pass through the system within hours. This convoy wasn't just another shipment. It was laden with weaponry, supplies, and military-grade components critical to the Sith war effort. While it would have an escort, the Sith's stretched forces meant the convoy's security relied heavily on stealth and secrecy. If the Militants could take out the escort, the convoy's freighters would be theirs for the taking.

But the rebels knew they couldn't risk this mission alone. Their fleet, already battered from recent defeats, needed reinforcements should things take a turn for the worse. For this reason, they had enlisted the help of a mercenary pilot. Not much was known about her, other than her name— Delila Castillon —and her reputation as a skilled fighter. She would be bringing her own ship to the fight. Thel, the rebel commander, had his reservations about trusting an outsider, but the promise of extra firepower outweighed his doubts.

Aboard their command vessel, a converted transport ship, tension hung thick in the air. The dim glow of holodisplays cast blue light across the cabin, where the rebels prepared for battle. Thel stood at the center, his piercing eyes locked onto a screen that displayed continuous scans of the system.

"How long until we can expect that Sith convoy?" he barked, his voice cutting through the silence.

"Should be here within the hour," a crewmate replied, though there was an edge of uncertainty in their tone.

Thel's jaw tightened. "If this intel isn't accurate, that chitbag on Sullust is going to regret it. And where in hell is that mercenary? We paid a fortune for her, credits we can't afford to lose if this plan goes south."

Before anyone could respond, a console lit up with an incoming signal.

"Boss, we've got an incoming transmission," one of the crew called out. "Could be the merc."

Thel's eyes narrowed as he moved toward the console, his mind racing. He only hoped Delila was as good as the whispers claimed. This mission was already a gamble; it didn't need more uncertainty.

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[Delila Castillon]

The problem with taking the job? She was a soldier. Ground pounder. Liked to have her feet firmly on the ground. However, this required a vessel. To be fair, when she first took the job she had thought it was on the ground. However she had the Solitude - but it was a small, rusty little vessel with exactly two guns. It was going to have to do, she needed the credits and she had already accepted the assignment. Delila didn't consider herself that well known but reputation was a hell of a thing. What little folks did know of her she needed to keep positive. Being on her own meant ensuring enough credits coming in was critical.

So she was facing down the fact facing it til she made it. Or crashed and burned, considering her subpar piloting skills.

Coming out of hyperspace, Delila immediately commed the larger vessel, reaching out to what she assumed was her contact - Thel Kaan .Only over the comms they weren't using real names. It was too dangerous to just broadcast business out in the black, that she had learned from her recent years of travelling the space lanes.

"Celestial Princess this is Vicissitude. I think I have some cargo you've been waiting on. Apologies for the delay, not a fan of navigating asteroids."