I couldn't stop thinking about the Sullustan in the blue speeder. Short of
being a Jedi, how could he have known where to drop us off? Security
workers don't usually track inconspicuous travelers. -Janua's Log
Behind the desk, Janua was seated, recalling that this was where she had had her job interview. She'd always imagined that her job would take her across the starry black void of space, but she'd never in her wildest dreams thought that the interview for that job would take place on the ship that would become her future home. She glanced down at the datapad screen that showed all the ideas she had come up with that might help them get her employer back where she belonged. Maybe it was time to ask Branlo or Wesba for their help. After all, neither she nor Dantien could think of anyone else that might be willing to help. The New Republic had other things to worry about and wouldn't want to bother investigating a "possible" Imperial threat.
The door to the hall opened and the Twi'lek was glad for the interruption. Anything that could give her something else to think about she counted as a blessing. Elibex strode in and took a seat across the small desk from Janua.
"I thought you'd be asleep by now. It's 15:00 hours." Janua looked at the sleepy night shift pilot, wondering why in the galaxy she'd stay up this late.
"I couldn't sleep," explained the fish-eyed alien. "I can't help but wonder how we're going to get Captain Cadyue back."
"I was thinking about that myself, but other than our Jedi friends on Skylkos, I don't think anyone would be willing to help us." Looking again at her list, she frowned. *It's not like her to come here in the middle of the afternoon just to talk about not being able to get Jess back. She's too optimistic for that.*
"Have you thought about Emaz Sneet? He'd probably have the resources to help us."
"You mean that Gand we met last year that spoke good Basic?"
She nodded her large, salmon-colored head. "Yeah, him."
The blue sentient recalled the strange businessman. Physically, there was nothing outstanding about him, but whereas other Gand had their own strange obsession about not using pronouns, Emaz spoke regular Basic. Being the vice president of a fuel company, albeit a minor one, he did indeed have resources at his disposal. He did not, however, posses the kind of resources they would probably need. As far as she knew, they either had to break Captain Cadyue out or persuade them to give her up. Imperials weren't known for being pushovers that would give you anything you wanted if you asked nicely. You could most likely bring in the best negotiator in the galaxy and they wouldn't budge. The only way they could get her back would be to bring in a fleet to pound the base until they surrendered or get a couple sneaky Jedi to go in.
"Well, I feel better now that I've told you." Elibex yawned and stood, heading for the door. "I'll probably be able to sleep now."
Janua nodded and joined her coworker at the door. "Okay. It's worth a try. We'll be heading out soon."
"Do you want me to stay up and fly?"
"No, just show me what some of the viewscreens mean and I think I can handle it." Together, they walked to the cockpit where Dantien was tinkering with some wires.
He looked up at the two entering sentients, wondering why the Mon Calamari was awake. When they started looking over the pilot controls, he put two and two together and hurriedly connected the hanging wires. "Where to, Jan?"
"Uh, hang on a sec." She continued whispering to her roommate. "So this is the starboard camera, that's the ship-showing. thing, and this is the engine efficiency?" After getting a nod from her, the Twi'lek looked back at the mechanic. "Last I heard, Mr. Sneet was staying at the Mon Calamari Starco station."
"Ooh! Starco! Are we low on fuel already?" he asked with disbelief. After all, they'd just topped off the tank after leaving Naboo. It usually got them seven hyperspace jumps and they'd only made three.
"No. Since we decided not to ask Wesba and the government's busy rescuing the Chief of State, we were thinking maybe Emaz Sneet could help us out." He nodded and sat down in the copilot's seat.
Elibex took a last look at the controls then stepped back. "Well, if you're sure you can figure it out, I'm going to go back to bed." At her superior's nods, she left.
Once she was out of earshot, Dan looked at the navigator. "What gives you the idea that you can fly this thing better than someone who's been practicing for a couple years?"
"The starfighter academy."
For a few seconds, he just sat there, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. "You went to the starfighter academy?" She merely nodded as she started pre- flight procedures. "Then why didn't you fly us out of Kitzlym?"
"Bex is more familiar with the controls, but we've got mostly wide open space here."
"You're kidding, right," Dan trembled. "You aren't that bad of a pilot. are you?"
"I haven't flown since we were testing your modifications."
"We barely did any flying then!" Despite the night shift pilot's inexperience compared to Jess Jess, he was starting to wish she were at the helm.
Flipping a couple of switches and turning a knob, Janua slowly brought the repulsorlifts online and started toward the exit. "I know." Soon, the blocky freighter was gliding between the majestic towers of the city- planet. Suddenly, it lurched starboard and came within two meters of slamming into a skyscraper. A look of horror appeared on the Alderaanian's face as he hurriedly strapped on his crash webbing. She laughed when she saw this. "*Vornskr's* not as aerodynamic as what I used to fly."
"And what was that?" Dan managed.
"Y-wing."
"Well, at least we're faster in space."
"Really? It's a y-wing's missile's speed you have to worry about. That's all you have to outrun."
"Not if you have good shields." By this time, their course had become less erratic and they were on their way to the water world Mon Calamari, Elibex Hyroe's homeworld.
being a Jedi, how could he have known where to drop us off? Security
workers don't usually track inconspicuous travelers. -Janua's Log
Behind the desk, Janua was seated, recalling that this was where she had had her job interview. She'd always imagined that her job would take her across the starry black void of space, but she'd never in her wildest dreams thought that the interview for that job would take place on the ship that would become her future home. She glanced down at the datapad screen that showed all the ideas she had come up with that might help them get her employer back where she belonged. Maybe it was time to ask Branlo or Wesba for their help. After all, neither she nor Dantien could think of anyone else that might be willing to help. The New Republic had other things to worry about and wouldn't want to bother investigating a "possible" Imperial threat.
The door to the hall opened and the Twi'lek was glad for the interruption. Anything that could give her something else to think about she counted as a blessing. Elibex strode in and took a seat across the small desk from Janua.
"I thought you'd be asleep by now. It's 15:00 hours." Janua looked at the sleepy night shift pilot, wondering why in the galaxy she'd stay up this late.
"I couldn't sleep," explained the fish-eyed alien. "I can't help but wonder how we're going to get Captain Cadyue back."
"I was thinking about that myself, but other than our Jedi friends on Skylkos, I don't think anyone would be willing to help us." Looking again at her list, she frowned. *It's not like her to come here in the middle of the afternoon just to talk about not being able to get Jess back. She's too optimistic for that.*
"Have you thought about Emaz Sneet? He'd probably have the resources to help us."
"You mean that Gand we met last year that spoke good Basic?"
She nodded her large, salmon-colored head. "Yeah, him."
The blue sentient recalled the strange businessman. Physically, there was nothing outstanding about him, but whereas other Gand had their own strange obsession about not using pronouns, Emaz spoke regular Basic. Being the vice president of a fuel company, albeit a minor one, he did indeed have resources at his disposal. He did not, however, posses the kind of resources they would probably need. As far as she knew, they either had to break Captain Cadyue out or persuade them to give her up. Imperials weren't known for being pushovers that would give you anything you wanted if you asked nicely. You could most likely bring in the best negotiator in the galaxy and they wouldn't budge. The only way they could get her back would be to bring in a fleet to pound the base until they surrendered or get a couple sneaky Jedi to go in.
"Well, I feel better now that I've told you." Elibex yawned and stood, heading for the door. "I'll probably be able to sleep now."
Janua nodded and joined her coworker at the door. "Okay. It's worth a try. We'll be heading out soon."
"Do you want me to stay up and fly?"
"No, just show me what some of the viewscreens mean and I think I can handle it." Together, they walked to the cockpit where Dantien was tinkering with some wires.
He looked up at the two entering sentients, wondering why the Mon Calamari was awake. When they started looking over the pilot controls, he put two and two together and hurriedly connected the hanging wires. "Where to, Jan?"
"Uh, hang on a sec." She continued whispering to her roommate. "So this is the starboard camera, that's the ship-showing. thing, and this is the engine efficiency?" After getting a nod from her, the Twi'lek looked back at the mechanic. "Last I heard, Mr. Sneet was staying at the Mon Calamari Starco station."
"Ooh! Starco! Are we low on fuel already?" he asked with disbelief. After all, they'd just topped off the tank after leaving Naboo. It usually got them seven hyperspace jumps and they'd only made three.
"No. Since we decided not to ask Wesba and the government's busy rescuing the Chief of State, we were thinking maybe Emaz Sneet could help us out." He nodded and sat down in the copilot's seat.
Elibex took a last look at the controls then stepped back. "Well, if you're sure you can figure it out, I'm going to go back to bed." At her superior's nods, she left.
Once she was out of earshot, Dan looked at the navigator. "What gives you the idea that you can fly this thing better than someone who's been practicing for a couple years?"
"The starfighter academy."
For a few seconds, he just sat there, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. "You went to the starfighter academy?" She merely nodded as she started pre- flight procedures. "Then why didn't you fly us out of Kitzlym?"
"Bex is more familiar with the controls, but we've got mostly wide open space here."
"You're kidding, right," Dan trembled. "You aren't that bad of a pilot. are you?"
"I haven't flown since we were testing your modifications."
"We barely did any flying then!" Despite the night shift pilot's inexperience compared to Jess Jess, he was starting to wish she were at the helm.
Flipping a couple of switches and turning a knob, Janua slowly brought the repulsorlifts online and started toward the exit. "I know." Soon, the blocky freighter was gliding between the majestic towers of the city- planet. Suddenly, it lurched starboard and came within two meters of slamming into a skyscraper. A look of horror appeared on the Alderaanian's face as he hurriedly strapped on his crash webbing. She laughed when she saw this. "*Vornskr's* not as aerodynamic as what I used to fly."
"And what was that?" Dan managed.
"Y-wing."
"Well, at least we're faster in space."
"Really? It's a y-wing's missile's speed you have to worry about. That's all you have to outrun."
"Not if you have good shields." By this time, their course had become less erratic and they were on their way to the water world Mon Calamari, Elibex Hyroe's homeworld.