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Zanthia POV
I sat quietly in the galley of Murrn's ship, sipping a cup of tea and looking over the last few intelligence reports on the Wayland. It looked like the station was having some controlled power fluctuations. I was beginning to believe the Force was truly with us on this mission.
Murrn walked in and took a seat next to me.
"So, how's it look?" He asked.
"Actually, I think we might be in luck. The station seems to be suffering from controlled power fluctuations. They're probably upgrading some of their systems. I've already determined a pattern. If we can make our move during one of the gaps, this mission might have just gone from possible, to easy."
Murrn leaned back in his seat, placing his hand behind his head.
"You seem very relaxed." I said, eyeing my companion.
He shrugged. "I trust you. If you say we can do this, then I believe you. I've seen what you can do."
"Don't be too relaxed. I'm not infallible. Lots of things could go wrong. You and your men still need to be at top form once we get onboard."
Murrn straightened up. "Don't worry, Zan. We're on this."
We sat in quiet silence for a few moment until Murrn's second in command called to say we were minutes away from the station. It was time to work.
Kaedan POV
I sat quietly in the security room of Wayland station, only half paying attention to the task update tracker. About half the stations upgrades were complete, with no issues. This wasn't the most interesting work, but someone had to be here to make sure the military didn't try to cut corners. They liked efficiency and sometimes doing things properly was less than efficient. Particularly when computer technology was concerned.
As if by mentioning that everything was going without a hitch had jinxed us, an indicator light started to blink on one of the hanger doors. It flashed for a half a dozen seconds, then turned off again.
"What was that?" I asked the tech sitting with me.
"Looks like a glitch in the secondary door for hangar 3. Probably a ghost signal from the upgrade. Should I have someone go take a look?" He asked, preparing his communicator.
I stood, stretching. "No, don't worry about it. I'm sure it's nothing. I'll go have a look at the terminal in hangar 3. I need to get up and move around anyway."
The tech nodded. "As you like, Master Jedi."
I started strolling through the corridors, relishing the chance to get up and move after hours of monitoring the upgrades. I was only a few yards from hangar bay 3 when I smelled the gas…
To Be Continued...