Narm rounded the corner, and he immediately heard a sound. He stopped and listened for a moment, and he heard it again, a slight whimpering. Narm listened closely as he walked, trying to find where it was coming from. He finally deduced it coming from one of the rooms. Narm tried to open the door, but it was locked. At the control panel adjacent to the door, Narm turned on his sword, and thrust it into the panel. A flurry of sparks flew, and Narm heard grinding. He tried the door again, and it opened smoothly. Inside at the corner, Narm saw a slumped shape, back against the wall. It was a man, wearing a New Republic flight suit, and a blaster in his left hand. His right arm was covered with blood, and looked a little mangled. "Who are you?" Narm asked, pointing at him with his blaster.

"Oh thank the Force, rescue… Oh no." The man suddenly noticed Narm's uniform. "Intruder Wing…"

"That's right, what are you doing here?"

"Scouting mission… the asteroid field… mines… ugh."

"I know what you were doing." Narm raised his blaster to the man's forehead. "You were spying, creeping up to the edge of the field, and getting sensor readouts. If you tell me where your ship is, I will let you live, as long as you can pilot it back to the Darkstar."

"I won't tell you."

"That's nice, real nice." Narm knocked the mans blaster out of his hand with his sword. "There goes your weapon." Narm stared at the man. "Now, tell me where your ship is, we take you prisoner, and you get a cozy little cell."

"Figure it out for yourself."

"It'd be a lot easier, if you told me exactly what bay it was in." Narm brought up his foot, and stomped on the mans wounded arm.

"Ahhhhhh!" The pilot cried out in pain. "I'll tell… you… just let me live… I don't… want those… creatures to kill me."

"Deal. Where is it?"

"Bay eleven, a long range Y-Wing." The man dropped his head in shame.

"You better hang your head. So what's the New Republic planning, or was just some regular friendly spying?"

"There's nothing going on."

"Well, looks like I've got some places to go, rebel ships to take care of." He began to walk out the door. "Oh, If I let you go, you might run along and tell your little friends that we know, can't have that can we?" Narm leveled his blaster and fired.