Entry 18

Currently my team and I are on a Barloz-class medium freighter traveling to the planet Despayre. While on Coruscant we were introduced to Whiplash operative Kwan Goelth who's currently at the helm of this colossal ship. Kwan is a large, stocky human with dark skin and short curly black hair. He's a likable young man who showed us around the ship prior to departure. The front part of the vessel housed the flight deck, cabins, galley and 'fresher. In the rear of the freighter two enormous D-904 garbage crawlers sat in a huge cargo hold.

Pol's plan was simple…probably too simple. The freighter would arrive at Despayre to deliver the garbage crawlers. One crawler was functional, but the other will fail to start. The pilot and Den (acting as the copilot) would tell the prison supply personnel that they would try to fix it, but if they couldn't get it running in a couple days they would return to Coruscant and replace the defective unit with an operational machine. This will hopefully allow the freighter to stay on planet for a few days. If the request to stay on planet was denied then they would return to Coruscant immediately and return with a functional crawler (along with the defunct crawler). Of course, the defective crawler can't be fixed because a large section of its engine and hydraulic mechanisms were removed by Whiplash mechanics and scan shielding was installed around the void created. The space was large enough to conceal three to four people. The plan was to find Sheel and sneak her, Sacha and Magash into the crawler before its return to Coruscant. The shielding would hide their presence from Imperial scans, which are commonly performed to prevent stowaways.

I-Five, in his new 501-Z police droid body would act as the ship's corporate security droid. He would stay on board as back up. I would arrive to the planet disguised as an Inquisitor, but I also had prison clothing to change into once I passed through customs and security. The women were in standard orange inmate jumpsuits. Pol Haus had forged incarceration orders for them.

Once the women are released into the general inmate population they would go to the area called Sister Central and attempt to locate Sheel. I would search through the areas occupied by men and women. We all had small communicators hidden in the heels of our boots. Once we found Sheel Mafeen we would coordinate a rendezvous point and hopefully with the help of Pol's correctional officer friend, sneak back onto the freighter. Once inside the pilot and Den would classify the crawler as a FUBAR—fouled up beyond all repair—and depart to Coruscant to acquire a replacement.

Hopefully the local Despayre Imperials will stay clear of Inquisitors. I have forged orders to be on the planet to search for rebel spies, but they are no help if a sharp officer decides to challenge the orders and seek confirmation. I personally thought it would be best if I arrived as another prisoner, but Pol thought somebody should go onto the planet with weapons and only Imperials or Inquisitors can do so. This mission would be so much easier if our correctional officer contact was part of Whiplash, because hiding my identity from him complicates matters. I would have to wait until the women were safely hidden inside the ship before I returned and requested passage off world.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Pol Haus seems to think this will be easy, but it is hard for me to believe that the Imperials can be so lax and disorganized that a strike team can walk right into a prison, free a prisoner and then take off without a fight. After all, we almost got killed liberating Yimmon.

I looked over to Sacha and Magash. Den was on the flight deck with Kwan, but the rest of us were sitting in ship's galley sipping caf as I recorded this entry into my datapad journal. The women were sitting at a table, whispering to each other and laughing. I'm not sure what they are talking about, but they occasionally glanced at I-Five who was admiring his reflection in the shiny metal bulkhead. He was holding a low-power stun blaster and was practicing drawing it from its holster. If police droids were capable of facial expressions I am sure I-Five would have a smug smirk on his face right about now.

"Stop or I'll shoot!" he said in the droid's standard low and menacing voice. He holstered the weapon and turned to me. "I am very pleased with this new droid chassis."

I put down my cup of caf and gave him a sarcastic smile. "Really? I didn't notice…other than the fact that you have been admiring your body for the last hour. I'm surprised you haven't broken out into bodybuilding poses."

I-Five made a snorting noise. "Droids have no muscles to flex…just extremely strong hydraulic limbs capable of producing over five hundred kilograms of crushing force." At that point he did go into a bodybuilder double bicep pose.

I shook my head in disbelief. I knew this new chassis would go to his head. "Hopefully we won't need to utilize that crushing force to escape."

"This should be significantly easier than our mission to break Yimmon out of Imperial custody."

"I hope so," I said softly before taking another sip of caf.

'I truly hope so.'