"Can't someone else do it?" Hippie's voice rang out at the com. "We just had a very boring, very long patrol, and you want us to go out to an asteroid field, because you think you have a distress signal?"

"Yes, that's exactly it Major. We are getting some of what appears to be a distress signal, possibly from one of the abandoned mines." The com operator on the Darkstar said.

"How can they be abandoned, I thought the mining operations were recent? Never mind, probably a financial reason anyway. Hippie out." Hippie finished up and quickly switched to the squadron channel. "Did you hear that, we just need check it out, should only take several of us." Hippie heard Narm groan, and mutter something. "That's it, Narm, and Master, follow me." Hippie turned his Tie Interceptor to face the field. "I'm giving you all the co-ordinates, so you two shouldn't get lost. For the purposes of this flight, I'm one, Narm your two, and Master, your three, got it."

"Roger sir." Master responded.

"Yes sir." Narm came in.

Hippie accelerated a little bit and tried to relax until it got to the point he'd have to go over the maps continually.