I almost pity aliens. Their inferior abilities must make it awfully
difficult to make a living. -Personal Log of General Dalpiez
They had entered the coordinates carefully into the navicomputer. They had lined up on the correct vector closer than usual. They even double-checked everything they did. And they still came out of hyperspace in a system that had no inhabitable planets. They continued on the course, starting to wonder if this Amak Borrit had given them the right coordinates when the comm lines finally lit up, the wide-beam transmission coming from the fourth planet.
"Put it on," Jess Jess curiously told her navigator, who flipped a switch to her right.
"Incoming ship: identify yourself. Is that the Millennium Falcon, the Crusader, or a pregnant B-wing?" The first ship named was also a YT-1300 and by the last statement, the unaccented voice was referring to the B-wing airfoil on the Gungan Vornskr's port cargo hatch. Mirishi had also referred to it, Janua recalled.
After a soft laugh from everyone in the cockpit, the captain of the ship told Janua to contact the colony with the name "Amak Borrit." Hopefully this was the right place.
"*Gungan Vornskr* to unknown colony. Amak Borrit sent us. Where should we land?"
A faint chuckle came over the cockpit speakers. "Good old Torlix Malkus, eh? He sent us our stuff after all. Good. I'm sending you your landing coordinates. Watch your paint and see ya soon."
There was a click and they were on their own. The directions automatically loaded and Jess Jess let the ship run on autopilot along the new vector.
"Must be a tight squeeze if we need to watch our paint," Prat commented with a smile.
Janua frowned. "Who's Torlix Malkus?" The other three in the cockpit shook their heads. No one knew. She thought a moment. "Amak Borrit's cover name or something? But why would he need one with a colony?"
"Maybe it's the other way around," Elibex supposed. "Maybe they didn't want us to know his name, but the guy on the comm slipped." Her friends considered the idea, but either of the thoughts were valid.
"Anyway, I don't see any other ships trying to intercept us yet, but I think we should probably let Baka and Dan stay on the ready," Jess Jess thought aloud. "I have a bad feeling about this."
difficult to make a living. -Personal Log of General Dalpiez
They had entered the coordinates carefully into the navicomputer. They had lined up on the correct vector closer than usual. They even double-checked everything they did. And they still came out of hyperspace in a system that had no inhabitable planets. They continued on the course, starting to wonder if this Amak Borrit had given them the right coordinates when the comm lines finally lit up, the wide-beam transmission coming from the fourth planet.
"Put it on," Jess Jess curiously told her navigator, who flipped a switch to her right.
"Incoming ship: identify yourself. Is that the Millennium Falcon, the Crusader, or a pregnant B-wing?" The first ship named was also a YT-1300 and by the last statement, the unaccented voice was referring to the B-wing airfoil on the Gungan Vornskr's port cargo hatch. Mirishi had also referred to it, Janua recalled.
After a soft laugh from everyone in the cockpit, the captain of the ship told Janua to contact the colony with the name "Amak Borrit." Hopefully this was the right place.
"*Gungan Vornskr* to unknown colony. Amak Borrit sent us. Where should we land?"
A faint chuckle came over the cockpit speakers. "Good old Torlix Malkus, eh? He sent us our stuff after all. Good. I'm sending you your landing coordinates. Watch your paint and see ya soon."
There was a click and they were on their own. The directions automatically loaded and Jess Jess let the ship run on autopilot along the new vector.
"Must be a tight squeeze if we need to watch our paint," Prat commented with a smile.
Janua frowned. "Who's Torlix Malkus?" The other three in the cockpit shook their heads. No one knew. She thought a moment. "Amak Borrit's cover name or something? But why would he need one with a colony?"
"Maybe it's the other way around," Elibex supposed. "Maybe they didn't want us to know his name, but the guy on the comm slipped." Her friends considered the idea, but either of the thoughts were valid.
"Anyway, I don't see any other ships trying to intercept us yet, but I think we should probably let Baka and Dan stay on the ready," Jess Jess thought aloud. "I have a bad feeling about this."