Three days passed since the battle in Mos Eisley and everything was going back to normal routine. Families of the fallen Stormtroopers were notified, funerals were arranged and held, and the rest of the crew of the Star Destroyer said their farewells to their friends. Now, among every loyal officer of the Empire aboard the Star Destroyer hate for the Rebel Alliance had grown even more among.
But, hatred for the Rebel Alliance had not grown for all. For the rebel sympathizer aboard the Black Hole, he knew he living in very dangerous grounds. But, even at the chance it would cost him his life, he would do his best to help the Rebel Alliance overthrow Emperor Palpatine. If it meant he had to die to help make that happen, the sympathizer knew it was worth it.
Luckily, his standard three day leave had come a day after the battle. As the sympathizer tapped his fingers against the table in the dark corner he was waiting in, he wondered when the rebel contacts would arrive. Not long ago, he had been contacted and told to meet in a cantina on Corellia. As he waited, he made sure the cloak he wore safely covered his face. There was no possible way he could even risk the chance of someone recognizing him as an Imperial soldier and therefore able to identifying him if the rebels were identified.
Twenty standard minutes passed after the rebel sympathizer made it and began wondering if the contacts were really coming. The sympathizer sighed and was about to leave when two people, a young man and woman appearing to be in their early twenties, entered and looked around. The man spotted the sympathizer, whispered something to the woman, and pointed. Then they headed over to the table and sat down.
"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," the sympathizer spoke. "I was just about to leave."
"We apologize for the delay," the woman said. "But, we had to make sure no unwanted visitors were watching the cantina."
"Apology accepted," the sympathizer said. "Now, I believe we have a few matters to discuss."
"Yes," the man said. "The Rebel Alliance is in need of more blasters. We've gotten a small surge of recruits since we destroyed the Death Star and we don't have enough blasters to accommodate the soldiers. Can you provide any help?"
"I believe so," the sympathizer said. "A small Imperial convoy will be heading from Coruscant for Admiral Drayson's fleet. It won't be heavily guarded, but it will have a nice amount of weapons on them. The convoy will be leaving in five days."
"Thank you," the woman said. "Now, do you have any information on any upcoming Imperial activity from your Star Destroyer?"
The sympathizer looked around to make sure no one was looking and reached into one of his cloak's pockets. Slowly, he pulled out a data card and slid it across the table.
"Admiral Drayson gave me this for when the mission starts so I could brief the Stormtroopers as best as possible," he said. "Everything you need to know is on there."
The woman took the data card and slid it into her pocket. "Thank you again," the woman said. "We'll get this back to Mon Mothma immediately."
"This time I hope the battle turns out differently," the sympathizer said, referring to the battle in Mos Eisley.
"We all do," the man said. He looked around. "We better hurry. I think the man behind the bar is getting starting to feel suspicious about us."
"How do you know?" the sympathizer asked.
"You wouldn't believe us if we told you," the woman said. "But trust me, Luke can tell."
"If you say so," the sympathizer replied and stood. "But, I must agree, we best be leaving while we can."
"Agreed," the woman said. "Thank you for your help, Captain."
The three silently stood and walked out.