Is that a Fruit?{Smuggling Weapons to Sith Controlled Asahi}

[Victor Thrash]

Of course by the time the Sith Lord had issued her command, the taken crates had already made it to the destination the Asahi resistance supporters wished them to be. The Lieutenant did as he was told and stayed where they were. Galen however had other plans than to be escorted to meet with a Sith Lord.

He punched the modified sublight engines again, speeding out of formation. With his astromech calculating his next hyperspace jump already he needed five seconds. He wouldn't use his weapons and put those soldiers at risk, and so his shield took an almost immediate beating from the blasters of the fighters, bringing down his primary shields.

"Put all reserve shield power to our tail end!" The reserve shields wouldn't last long against sustained fire from military grade vessels, but his primary shields had given him the time he required.

"All preparations are ready sir!"

That alien, toothy grin appeared once again as he reached out and pulled the hyperdrive activation lever. His ship stretched for a moment and in the blink of an eye he was gone, his .68 hyperdrive blasting him light-years away.

The guns...and possibly more trained men, were now a part of the Asahi resistance movement. The seeds had been planted. And now he really did owe his life to an Asahi citizen.

As the transparisteel became opaque, protecting his eyes from the blur of hyperspace travel he said the name out loud.

"Lieutenant Kishimoto..."
[member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Taeli frowned as she watched freighter dodge and jump to hyperspace.

"A real shame that," she said, turning to the lieutenant. "We have his ship stored in the databanks?"

"Yes, my Lady," the lieutenant said, clicking his ear piece as he received a report from the surface. "Apparently he was only carrying flimsy wrap and a chocolate drink mix as his cargo, according to Lieutenant Kishimoto anyways."

"Yes, because someone bringing such things was only smuggling Life Day presents," Taeli sarcastically replied. "Those weapons will still be on the moon, so we will be leaving the cruisers here to interdict any ship detected leaving the moon for the surface. Inform Sith Intelligence that two illicit shipment of weapons were delivered to resistance cells and that there are traitors within the Asahian military."

"What course of action should we take, my Lady?" the lieutenant asked as Taeli turned back towards the bridge.

"Now, I have a score to settle with this Glaucus," she said, staring out into space and knowing whoever had been watching her knew she was rectifying the problems she had encountered during this operation. "I want to meet him now more than ever, but that will be settled later. For now, we will be returning to Coruscant and begin work on a ship to handle such situations."

Taeli knew this would not be her last encounter with those she met today, and she couldn't wait to personally thank the Avalon's captain for teaching her a valuable lesson today. Establishing his identity wouldn't be hard now that she knew species.

"Oh one last order, inform the Shogunate and his daimyos that we sadly lost one of the military patrols to a cave-in caused by our smuggler."

"My Lady," the lieutenant said, snapping a salute and moving off to carry out the implied instructions. Turbolasers opened fire again, burying the Asahian military unit that had "apprehended" the Glaucus under rubble and super-heated rock. She did so dislike killing needlessly, but sometimes it was necessary to send a point.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Well handled, the Dark Lord will hear of your actions, Darth Arcanix

The monitoring of the system was important, as was the possibility of an uprising on Asahi, but the Sith Lord had become far more interested in how [member="Darth Arcanix"] would handle things. If it had gotten out of hand of course the shadowy assassin would've intervened, but no, this woman kept the situation under firm control. And after all, their order was centered around the idea of control...okay control of other people but still. "Major, have a course set for Coruscant." He ordered.

Typically the Navy handled piloting, but Vindica had picked his crew from the Army's aviation corps, they flew as if they had something to prove, and that edge pleased the Sith Lord. It was a fire that had burned in him once as well when he was but an apprentice in the Sith Empire before its fall. Even with his sadistic master's abuses, his mind remained strong, as he was determined to be unbroken. Of course he failed, but the familiarity was appreciated by him, and after all, had he not broken, he would've been dead long ago.

Leaning back into his seat, he watched as his vessel opened up hyperspace and was sucked in. The Hand had quite the report to file.