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"Yes little fellow, New crew. I'm not certain of the previous crew's condition. " Pointing to the Wookie standing beside him, "Roooarrgh here is in charge of mechanical things, so be helpful."
Narrator: The droid listened and hesitated to put away his saw, but then after a few seconds of not seeing any Trandoshan slaymos, he raised his heavy grasping arm and threw a solute while putting away his saw. "Oh, no way MRT slack-that’s a fact-jack. So used to solder vape when getting ship in tip-top-shape. Can count on MRT back to back-that’s a fact-jack. Beep. Look-out." He rotated his gears, spun all of his arms and then launched forward half a meter before he realized he didn’t need to gun it and could move at MRT pace, which was considerably slower than most of the people on the ship. He spent the next half hour going around the ship waving to any he encountered, "I’m new, you’re new. That’s a fact-jack," before settling down and updating himself in the lounge. "Power recharge. Yip. Repairs. Okay. Maintenance. Okay. Galactic standard time. Oooookay. No way. They cancelled ‘Any Givin Sun Day,’ sixteen standard years ago? MRT’s sad, but can watch reruns as a reward for a hard day of work."
It was more entertaining watching MRT react to a show about a group of four Givin friends walking around outside on ships pranking people on passenger liners than watching the show itself. "People on ship go crazy when they see people outside-ship, but not so when they see droids. No one gets excited when they see droids. Being a droid-boring."
He continued to watch holos while periodically scanning the shape of the ship while everyone else prepared a watch schedule for the ship’s journey. The night went off without a hitch. The crew awoke to find that MRT was still watching holos, but this time it was action instead of comedy. "Imperial Storm Commandos," which MRT had blurted out at one time that they were probably "pushover Kowakian monkey lizards" in real life.
"Not so." commented Varn who had taken up first and last watch. He could hear the laughing, "oohs and aaaahs" and running commentary from MRT all the way from the cockpit, and several times asked him to keep it down.
The food aboard the ship was fair to decent. The refreshers were surprisingly clean, and everyone went about their business getting ready for the eventual pull out of hyperspace and the arrival of into the Vulgas system.
That "pull" was more of a loud shudder and shake than a slight shift, and it was earlier than expected.
Mission Time Chronometer: 24.5 hours after leaving Rodia.
Varn rushed to the cockpit and gasped at what he saw. The alarm system of the ship was blaring and the little droid recognized the sound.
"Mass-shadow. Into-planet-go."
"Nope. Not a planet. The Empire. Interdictor cruiser. Mass gravity generators"
"That’s dumb."
Varn looked down at the little droid and then back to the Imperial Interdictor cruiser dispatching TIE fighters. He flipped the intercom switch.
"This is Varn in the cockpit. Interdictor cruiser right in front of us. Roooargh, or someone, can you take Mr. Commentary into the back and out of sight. Roooargh, you may want to stay out of sight as well. Some Imps think Wookiees should be slaves, others don’t care, and some are disgusted by it. Let’s not take any chances. I need everyone to their stations, please. Roooargh - engineering. Mennoe - guns, but don’t power them up yet. If you’ve got shields or comm experience, I’d like some help up here. Everyone else, buckle up."
As everyone prepared, the comm band cackled and a voice came across the PA.
"The Rising Blade, this is the HMS Shocksnare. We have you on our scopes now. You’re moving into restricted Imperial space. Are you in need of assistance?"
Varn hesitated to answer. He had high-clearance investigative powers. If he used his codes, the Navy would definitely know he was here poking around. He checked their position and saw that they were on the edge of the system. The sensor array on the cruiser would be able to find them anywhere in the system, so there would be no sneaking in.
"The Rising Blade, we read you as a merchant vessel. Are you in need of assistance?"
The comm officer on the other end didn’t seem to be a bad guy. He asked twice now if they needed help.
Any who enter the cockpit are all likely in surprise and awe at the size of the Imperial ship that was only a little bigger than 1/3 the size of a Star Destroyer. The giant gravity well projectors were the ship's defining feature. Transports, pirates, smugglers, or anyone else caught in the gravity well snare would see that jumping to hyperspace on sight at this type of cruiser wasn't a likely option.
"Anybody got any ideas? I’d prefer they not know who I am and what we’re doing. This is the adversary we’re investigating. I’m still thinking and we’re running out of time. If you can't think of anything, I'm going to have to give them code clearances.
The comm cackled again, and the TIEs were getting closer. Two were on intercept for a fly along escort, while the other kept back. Varn slowed the ship's sublight speed hoping that would make the fighter jocks a little less nervous.
"The Rising Blade, do you read? Are you able to transmit?"
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Just to demonstrate scale.