"Hello Talon." Dodonna said, motioning for Karrde to take a seat. "Alright if I call you that?"
Karrde sat down in the chair. "I suppose, sir."
"Very good. Now, I believe you work for Jorj Car'das?"
"And I believe that you already know the answer to that question, general."
Dodonna smiled. "I think I like you, kid."
Karrde bristled. "Kid, sir?"
"I'm nearly forty. You're still in your twenties."
"I suppose, sir." Karrde said, glancing around. The interior of the ship told him that he was in the conference room of a Rebel transport.
"Well, Talon, I think I've taken up enough of your time," Dodonna said, standing up. "Here is the data you were trying to sell." He handed over the datacard. Karrde had no doubt that he had already copied its contents onto another card. "And here-" he handed over another datacard "Is the time and place of a meeting I would like for you to arrange between myself and Jorj."
Karrde finally realized what was going on. "I will do that sir. But I can't make any guarantees that Car'das will attend."
"That's alright. Just ask him to be there, alright?"
"Yes sir." He saw Dodonna motion to somebody behind him. He was again blindfolded and led back to the yacht, then locked in the back. He felt the ship take off, then make another jump into hyperspace.
After a few hours-Karrde was sufficiently disorientated that he had no clue whether it was two or ten-the ship exited hyperspace and touched down for what he hoped would be the last time.
The man opened the door and led Karrde out. There was no blindfold this time.
"You know how to fly this thing?"
Karrde glanced at the controls. They looked basic enough. "I think so."
"In that case, she's all yours."
The man walked down the ramp. Karrde went to the cockpit just in time to see him climb into the gunner's seat of a Z-95 headhunter, which promptly took off and vanished into space.
Karrde started the ship and took off. He had to get back to Car'das. And fast.