Veino Garn
Saaraai-Kaar
Veino leaned back in his chair, setting a glass of wine in front of him. Messages had been sent on the old channels, now mostly unused, from the old Underground channels. The time had come for his return to galactic affairs. And he had already put together a plan, sifted records, and contacted the people. They were set to meet him here.
Not that was really a place. It was an unnamed shadowport that had been moved by its proprietors to lurk in the nebulous border zone between the First Order and the Galactic Alliance. It was a clever move on their place. Neither side had jurisdiction here and sending in any military forces well, that looked like a build up of hostile intent.
And so, this would be their start. Not that’s what their records said. No, he had acquired a freighter and more importantly, a young university student, who was meant to arrive shortly. Credentials had been gathered. Not faked, but genuine documents from neutral space. His parents had retired there and he’d gone back to stay with them for a while.
With that, he had what he needed to launch an archaeological dig. But of a different sort than he had ever before. Which, to be fair, was nothing much. His only archaeology experience typically involved investigating Dark Side temples. Lightsabers were usually involved.
But not this time. No, his plan was to completely avoid combat. They were getting in, excavating an old shadowport, and establishing it as a supply cache and safe house for Underground and Alliance operatives. Yalara was a boring world, really. Nothing of any particular value, either mineralogy or militarily. There were First Order military forces there, but they were not to engage them directly.
This was meant to be an old school Underground operation. Infiltration. Establishment of a little base of operations and then disappearing.
They had supplies, the permits, and the university backing. Or they would, once their student arrived. Call it an... internship. A job paid for with experience and networking with some of the most experienced “archaeologists” in the galaxy. Veino had even made a list of everyone’s favorite coffees so the internship would be genuine. Great for a resume.
Not that was really a place. It was an unnamed shadowport that had been moved by its proprietors to lurk in the nebulous border zone between the First Order and the Galactic Alliance. It was a clever move on their place. Neither side had jurisdiction here and sending in any military forces well, that looked like a build up of hostile intent.
And so, this would be their start. Not that’s what their records said. No, he had acquired a freighter and more importantly, a young university student, who was meant to arrive shortly. Credentials had been gathered. Not faked, but genuine documents from neutral space. His parents had retired there and he’d gone back to stay with them for a while.
With that, he had what he needed to launch an archaeological dig. But of a different sort than he had ever before. Which, to be fair, was nothing much. His only archaeology experience typically involved investigating Dark Side temples. Lightsabers were usually involved.
But not this time. No, his plan was to completely avoid combat. They were getting in, excavating an old shadowport, and establishing it as a supply cache and safe house for Underground and Alliance operatives. Yalara was a boring world, really. Nothing of any particular value, either mineralogy or militarily. There were First Order military forces there, but they were not to engage them directly.
This was meant to be an old school Underground operation. Infiltration. Establishment of a little base of operations and then disappearing.
They had supplies, the permits, and the university backing. Or they would, once their student arrived. Call it an... internship. A job paid for with experience and networking with some of the most experienced “archaeologists” in the galaxy. Veino had even made a list of everyone’s favorite coffees so the internship would be genuine. Great for a resume.
