"You will go to the Corellia and await my further orders."
The cloaked man moved to leave the room, stopping next to Brad Spudic, glaring. Brad tensed up, feeling the rage flow through him, but said nothing. The man then continued to the turbo lift and left the room.
"My Lord," Spudic spoke, "Why not send me? That idiot cannot defend himself, let alone risk being engaged by George."
Vincent Calrissian, Dark Lord of the Sith, ruler of the Empire, and the prophesized warrior of ancient times, turned to Spudic and grinned, "Your training has yet to peak, Lord Spudic. Your anger is thick, but your blood has yet to accept the power of the Dark Side. With time, you will be ready. Go to your quarters and meditate, I will call for you soon. There is something you may be able to assist me with..."
Spudic turned and left, angrier than before.
"Somehow or another, I must escape this tyrannical man."
Captain Bernard Galvan paced in his quarters, terrified. He had failed Master Calrissian, and threatened with his life. He had to escape, leave the Empire. How he would do this without getting caught was the issue.
His door bell rang.
"Come," He said, as professionally as possible.
The door opened and a cloaked man entered the room.
"I have been sent to the Corellia. I am aware of your situation with Vincent, and am willing to smuggle you out with me. Are you interested?"
"Y-You want to help me? Aren't you a student of his? What is this treachery? Who said anything about me being in a situa-"
"I am able to read minds, especially those with weak ones. You are of no challenge to me. I can get you out. Are you interested?"
Galvan thought for a moment, and then nodded his head. The cloaked man handed him a small object, looking to be silicon based.
"Your communicator. Place this inside it. You will know when I will take you. Do you understand?"
He looked at it, and then back to the man. "Yes, but one question..."
"The name is Katarn."
He turned and left Galvan alone once more.
After leaving Galvan's room, Kyle Katarn returned to the docking bay where his ship, the Moldy Crow, under the alias of Empirca Tarana, sat. He entered the ship, sealing the door behind him. With a sigh of relief, he slid off his hood, revealing his rugged, battle hardened face.
"Thank the force," he said aloud.
He sat down in the pilot's chair and activated the view screen in front of him. Due to the holonet communication disruption by the Empire, he had to resort to older methods of communication to reach his contacts in the Alliance. The most efficient, he discovered over the months of undercover, was an old earth communication system called the internet.
He loaded a program designed to draft and deliver text based messages over the connection, which while slow, was stable and untraceable. The Empire has never suspected anything. The Internet of Earth was replaced by the Coruscant based Holonet decades ago. Luckily, people like Commander George were appreciative of the past. Still, he coded his messages to prevent anything from being leaked
Tracking is complete. I have met Cousin Vinnie and am returning home with gifts and little Bernie.
After sending, he turned switched off and leaned back in his chair.
It's now or never....