Wrehn and Ymmiir had gone their separate ways after learning which berthing compartments their people were located. Wrehn didn't expect to find her people in Officer's Country, but that is where they were. She ran into Mako, who was on her way to the officer's freshers.
"What are you guys doing in Officer's Country?" Wrehn asked, curious.
"What? Did you want us to share bunks with the rest of those apes?" Mako asked, a bit snippy.
Wrehn was taken a bit by surprise with Mako's attitude.
"Sorry, Wrehn," Mako apologized when she saw the surprise on Wrehn's face, "I've had a hectic time. I just need to spend time in the fresher and wash the tension away."
"Don't forget, Mako," Wrehn reminded her friend, apologetically, "Navy showers."
"I didn't hear you," Mako said, grumpily, making her way past Wrehn on her way to the freshers.
Wrehn went further down the passageway in Officer's Country and found the hatchway she was looking for. She knocked on it, and a moment later it opened.
"You got a minute, Vindis?
"Come in," Vindis ordered.
Upon entering, Wrehn found Calaverous seated at a small caff table.
"You're sharing a room?" Wrehn asked, greatly surprised.
"We are NOT sharing a room," Vindis immediately replied, becoming flustered.
She turned her furious eyes towards Calaverous, expecting him to make an inappropriate remark to embarrass her.
However, Vindis seemed to relax as Calaverous shook his head in the negative, by way of answer.
"We're in conference," Vindis elaborated, ensuring there was no misunderstanding.
"In conference, yeah," Wrehn repeated, sensing that it was a sensitive subject for the Sith lord. Then she changed the subject, "Well, I got some news for the two of you.
"The captain of the starship, Rennet Panand Fett, has granted the both of you access to the wardroom. You must pay for your own meals, but prices are reasonable, and the quality and size of portions are pretty good. So, you should be happy. The wardroom is also a nice place to relax and unwind when you get tired of your room, or wandering around the ship."
"They want us to pay for our meals?" Calaverous asked, a bit incredulous.
"I don't know what it's like in the Imperial Navy, but in the Mandalorian Navy, officers pay an amount towards the purchase of food each month," Wrehn explained, adding, "We'd be eating the food they paid for out of their own pockets."
Calaverous accepted her explanation with a nod of his head, and Vindis seemed satisfied with the answer. Wrehn didn't tell them that she and Ymmiir were being fed for free.
"Your turn," Wrehn said to Vindis, "What'd you want to talk about?"
"What's your plan for escape?" Vindis asked, plainly.
"Huh?"
It was plain to Calaverous, by the look on her face, that Wrehn didn't understand the question.
"In the event that everything goes horribly wrong, how do we escape and evade capture?" Calaverous clarified.
"I'm thinking the first part of our plan will go without a hitch," Wrehn answered, "The secondary targets should have no security. Well, they might be armed, but we'll take them by complete surprise. The primary target will be another story, though. If we fail there, all we can do is rush back onto our dropships and get the Nine Hells back onto the destroyer. Hopefully, I've given the Chiss enough motivation to not leave without us."
"You don't have a back up escape plan?" Calaverous asked, taken aback, then asking, "What if the dropships leave us behind?"
"Then we fight, and kill as many of them as we can until we're all dead," Wrehn answered.
"Oh, of course," Vindis said, rolling her eyes, "These are Mandalorians. They like fighting to the death."
"We like winning and celebrating our conquests and victories, more," Wrehn said, with a crooked grin on her face, "and I like getting paid lots of credits and spending them even more. The deal I made with the Chiss is they get a ten percent deposit and don't get paid in full until we're on our way out of Galactic Republic Space. They aren't going to leave without us.
"Think about it," Wrehn told the Sith lords, "We'll be in the middle of nowhere, hundreds of kilometers from the nearest spaceport with starships that we could steal, but they'll be hundreds of kilometers away. Nearby will be other mansions, but all they'll likely have will be speeders. If we're lucky one or two might have small solar orbital sailing yachts. Could get us into space and to other planets in this star system, but no ability to go into hyperspace to other star systems. Our only way out is the way we come in."
Vindis, but especially Calaverous, looked displeased on hearing this, but they kept silent.
"I've arranged for a little bit of insurance," Wrehn said, with a sly look in her eyes, "My crew, and two Mandalorians I've chosen from Clan Sharratt are gonna stay aboard each shuttle with the flight crew. They'll be there to, uh, encourage our pilots to stay on the ground to pick up passengers."
"Then we have even more motivation to destroy our enemies on the ground and to escape no matter what the outcome of our primary objective," Vindis said, resolute.
Calaverous merely nodded his concurrence.
"Is there anything else?" Wrehn asked.
"That is all," Vindis said, plainly dismissing Wrehn from her presence.
Wrehn turned to leave, and Calaverous rose from the caff table and and made as though to leave.
"I'll be in the wardroom getting something to eat," he said, his tone and expression sour.
In the passageway, Calaverous confronted Wrehn.
"Yehw'reh'nomai, a moment," he called to her.
"What is it Calaverous?"
"I finally got a few details of the reason behind the mission from Vindis," he said, "That is, that Mandalore wants vengeance for the deaths of a few Mandalorian dignitaries."
"Is that what she told you?" Wrehn asked, guarded.
"It makes sense that Mandalore wants revenge," Calaverous told Wrehn, "It doesn't make sense that you would take on this cause.
"What is your motivation?" he asked, "It can't just be about the credits."
"You ever hear of the Great Hunt?" Wrehn asked Calaverous.
"I have heard that phrase used by some of these Mandalorians when referring to you," he replied.
"Being a champion of the Great Hunt is a really big deal to Mandalorians," she told him, "It means that you are the greatest hunter and warrior in all of Mandalore. They practically worship the ground you walk on. It gives you access to the best paying jobs, and it gives you direct access to Mandalore. You get equal status as a clan chief."
"Yes," Calaverous said, beginning to understand, "You are quite famous, then, among your people."
"Champions of the Great Hunt are greatly venerated in Mandalorian society," she told him, before asking, "So, how pissed do you think Mandalorians and Mandalore got when the Galactic Republic wiped out all of the former champions, and made an attempt at the only remaining living current champion?"
"This is personal for you and for Mandalore. Isn't it?" Calaverous asked, finally understanding the gravity of the situation. Then asking, "This isn't one of those suicidal Mandalorian vengeance missions. Is it?"
"Nah," Wrehn said, dismissively waving her hand at the notion, "I don't do suicidal missions. Dangerous and profitable? Yeah. Suicidal? No."
Calaverous was not convinced, and he merely bore his eyes into Wrehn's.
"As far as Mandalorians are concerned, I'm not a traditionalist," Wrehn told him, "I like credits, and spending them. I'm not going in to die. I'm going in to complete my contract and get a big payday. If I thought I wasn't going to succeed, I wouldn't have taken the job."
"That's good enough for me," Calaverous said, nodding his head before turning to make his way towards the wardroom.
Wrehn was in a passageway in Officer's Country, making her way to her quarters from the officer's freshers. She was the paying customer, so they had her put up in one of the guest quarters similar in size and comfort as the captain's stateroom.
She wore sporting shorts, a sleeveless undershirt, and flip-thongs on her feet. She carried her hygiene kit and had her damp towel wrapped around her shoulders, and her still damp hair was wrapped in another towel. A Mandalorian soldier ran down the passageway towards her. He wore a fabric uniform of the type worn by the crew of the heavy destroyer.
Wrehn stepped to the side of the passageway to allow him to run past. It was obvious that he was a messenger, and messengers ran from place to place to carry out their tasks. However, he stopped before her, stomped his polished boot on the deck and snapped to attention.
"Grand Champion of The Great Hunt," the messenger said, in Mando'a, "Captain Rennet Panand Fett wishes to convey that communications has been established and that you may conduct your conference at your leisure."
"Thank you," Wrehn said, also in Mando'a, "Please find Clan Chief Ymmiir Sharratt, and relay to him the same message. Then tell him that I shall head to the bridge within ten minutes and would like him to meet me there."
"Yes, Champion!" The warrior stomped his boot, turned about sharply, then ran back the way he'd come."
Wrehn entered her guest quarters and began to dress. She decided to wear casual street clothes and not get into her armor. On her way back, she ran into Gault, Torian, and Skadge.
"Hey, guys!" she greeted her crew.
"Hello!"
"Hey!"
"Look, guys. It's Wrehn, and she looks scrawny without her armor! Ha! Ha!"
"I'll bet I can shut you up in less than a second," Wrehn menaced the Houk brute.
"Oh yeah? Let me see you try!"
"If you don't shut your fat mouth, I'll have you confined to the ship's brig, and I won't let you fight in our mission," Wrehn told him.
The hulking brute thought it over a few seconds, and decided he didn't want to miss out on what he thought would be a lot of fun, so he fumed quietly.
"How'd you guys score quarters in Officer's Country?"
"Simple," Gault answered, smugly, "I told them we were officers under your direct command, assisting you in running this operation."
"Uh, huh," Wrehn said, with an arched eyebrow, "I figured it would be something like that."
"Do you want us to move down to the enlisted berthing spaces?" Torian asked, ready to be disappointed.
"Nah," Wrehn replied, with a wink, "I like having you guys nearby. Just be sure you behave like officers, and don't cause any commotions."
"We'll behave. We'll behave," Gault promised, "Isn't that right, Skadge?"
Skadge opened his mouth to answer, but quickly snapped it shut, again. He didn't want to get excluded from the mission because Gault had tricked him into speaking.
"That Gault is a sneaky one!" Skadge thought to himself.
"Anyone know why Mako was all worked up?" Wrehn asked, sneaking a glance at Torian, "She bit my head off earlier, when I bumped into her in the passageway.
"Torian?" Gault asked, emphasizing the Mandalorian's name while intently looking at him.
"I don't get it," Torian said, perplexed, "I'm still trying to figure it out."
"Hmmmph," Wrehn replied, aloud. To herself, she thought, "Well, there's the problem right there! Torian couldn't figure out why Mako is upset!" Aloud, she said, "Well, I gotta get going. I have a meeting to get to. Don't forget to apologize to Mako, Torian."
"Huh? What for?" Torian asked, mystified.
"You see?" Wrehn replied, critically, "You don't even know."
"See you later," Gault said to Wrehn. Then turning to Torian, said, "I'll teach you the tricks of mind reading later, Torian. Just say goodbye and let's get moving."
"See you," Torian said, to Wrehn, shaking his head in confusion.
Skadge, keeping silent made the hand and arm signal for time out to Wrehn.
Wrehn, not understanding why he'd do that, shrugged and simply said, "OK."
"Can I talk, again?" Skadge asked.
"Yeah," Wrehn said, fighting back the urge to laugh at the Houk, "Just remember. Just cause I look scrawny don't mean I ain't tough."
"Yeah, yeah," Skadge replied, a bit dejected, before turning away to follow Gault and Torian who'd already gone down the passageway.
Wrehn turned the opposite direction, and continued on her way, all the while fighting off the urge to laugh out loud at the Houk.
A short time later, Wrehn and Ymmiir where both escorted from the bridge entrance, to a conference room where an intragalactic holo-transceiver had been set up, tuned and dialed in to Mandalore The Vindicated's holo frequency aboard his flagship, the Spirit of Vengeance.
Wrehn and Ymmiir took their seats at the table and waited as the operator got the call going.
"Star Crusher to Spirit of Vengeance, we are ready to proceed with communications."
"Spirit of Vengeance to Star Crusher, standby."
A few moments later, Artus Lok, Clan Chieftain of Clan Lok, otherwise known as Mandalore The Vindicated, appeared as a holographic image above the conference table.
"Comms Technician, thank you," Wrehn said, in Mando'a, "That is all. Please clear the room."
The technician left as instructed.
"Mandalore," Wrehn started, still in Mando'a, "It is good to see you. You seem in good health."
"I am strong, and have a lot of war left in me," Mandalore replied, with vigor, "I have many years ahead of me. And you, Yehw'reh'nomai, you seem well, and fit."
"I am strong and young," Wrehn answered, adding with a laugh, "I have more years ahead of me than you do!"
Mandalore and Ymmiir joined Wrehn in laughter.
"Mandalore, this is Ymmiir Sharratt, clan chief of Clan Sharratt. He is one of my subcontractors for this mission."
Mandalore nodded acknowledgment of the clan chief.
"I am honored to speak to you, Mandalore," Ymmiir said, proudly.
"I have read many reports of Clan Sharratt's activities, and received numerous complaints of your clan from both the Galactic Republic and from the Hutts," Mandalore remarked, with a good laugh.
Hearing this made Ymmiir sit up straighter, with great pride.
"Mandalore knows the name of Clan Sharratt!" the clan chief thought with great amazement and pride, "I must tell the other clan members of this great honor!"
Mandalore then turned to face Wrehn and asked, "So, you are ready to begin your mission, Grand Champion of The Great Hunt?"
"We are on our way to meet with my other subcontractor," was all she was willing to say, moving on to the reason for the call, "We have a request to make of you, Mandalore."
"I'll hear it."
Wrehn looked at Ymmiir and nodded.
"Mandalore, you already know of my clan's raids on Republic installations on Nar Shaddaa," Ymmiir began.
Mandalore nodded.
"The Republic has retaliated in the past, and we've dealt with it," Ymmiir continued, "Yet, on their last retaliatory raid, they massacred our elderly, infirm, the unarmed, and our children. It is the chief reason I took this job. It would mark our most satisfactory act of vengeance for their despicable and most cowardly acts perpetrated against our people.
"We know the Republic will come after us again. This time, they'll wipe us out. We'll fight them and take as many of them with us as we can. Yet, in the end, Clan Sharratt shall be no more. So, I come before you with a request, Mandalore.
"I ask that you resettle Clan Sharratt within Mandalorian Space, so that my clan will continue to live and not be extinguished."
Mandalore leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, and proceeded to meditate on the request. After, what felt like a long time, Artus Lok opened his eyes and leaned forward.
"No, Clan Chieftain Ymmiir Sharratt," Mandalore said, firmly, "Mandalorians to not flee coming danger. We are the coming danger. We fight and we win, or we fight and we take the enemy with us to the Nine Hells, in defeat."
Wrehn found herself deeply shocked at Mandalore's answer, and found herself greatly disappointed at the chieftain king's response. Her head became heavy, and it bowed in terrible regret. She felt actual shame as she gave a sideways glance towards Ymmiir.
"Our warriors will fight! We'll fight!" Ymmiir pleaded, "I want what's left of our non-combatant wives, what's left of our children, what's left of our elderly and infirm to be evacuated and resettled. That is all!"
"And that is the definition of fleeing from danger," Mandalore countered, "Sending your weak and helpless to safety, out of the reach of your enemies so that your warriors can fight and die, with the comfort of knowing their loved ones are safe, is the same as giving up."
Mandalore waited for Ymmiir's reply, and took note of Yehw'reh'nomai's head shake of disappointment and disapproval.
Ymmiir's fury, at the betrayal he perceived, was evident on his face, but he kept silent and averted his eyes from Mandalore, lest he lose his composure and say more than was appropriate.
Mandalore's respect for the clan chief grew, as he observed his self restraint and discipline.
"What I will do," Mandalore said, "is stand up with you, Clan Chieftain Ymmiir Sharratt."
That caught both the clan chief and Wrehn off guard. Both turned their eyes to regard Mandalore's holographic image with intense interest at what he would say next.
"Clan Chief, Artus Lok, of Clan Lok, shall stand at your side and fight by your side against the Galactic Republic. When they come for you in their fury, I shall be there to stand by your side, Ymmiir Sharratt!"
Ymmiir's face changed on hearing this and hope for his clan entered his chest, filling it, but he kept silent to hear more from Mandalore.
"I shall send a fleet and an army," Mandalore declared, "Let us see if the Galactic Republic will have the stomach for a new war on a new front. Let us see if the Hutts can stomach a war on Nar Shaddaa! The Republic shall mourn the loss of their chancellor, and they shall rue the day they shamelessly ambushed our greatest champions!"
"It is better than I could ask for, Mandalore!" Ymmiir declared, his great relief showing on his face, "My people are preparing for the coming slaughter. They will not know Mandalore is coming with a fleet and an army, and I shall not tell them, lest the Republic realize something is afoot."
"When my fleet arrives," Mandalore said, "I shall send down a delegation to begin coordination of defensive and offensive operations."
"Again, my deepest thanks, Mandalore!"
Wrehn was not expecting this outcome. She wiped tears of great relief and joy from her eyes. She'd grown to really like the people of Clan Sharratt.
However, the businesswoman in her decided to make it's voice heard. She began to worry that The Smugglers' Moon might get wrecked. Her bank, Cignos Statti Bank was on Nar Shaddaa. Wrehn tried to recall which quadrant of the moon the bank was located, whether it was on the same hemisphere of the moon as Clan Sharratt's enclave.
"I might have to transfer my credits to a bank on Hutta," she thought, worriedly.
Wrehn liked her bank and didn't like the idea of having to switch banks.
"Is there anything else that I can do for you, Great Hunt Champion, Clan Chief?" Mandalore asked the two.
"You have exceeded my hopes, Mandalore," Ymmiir, replied, fighting back his tears of joy, and of great relief, "I ask for nothing more."
"Just let my client know that things are moving smoothly," Wrehn said, with a nod to reinforce her claims, "Tell him to keep an eye on the galaxy wide news. Soon."
Mandalore smiled and nodded on hearing the report. His image flickered and was gone.
"Well, then. That went better than I thought it would," Wrehn said, a big smile on her face.
"It went much, much better than I thought it could," Ymmiir agreed.
A tear defiantly fought its way through to the outside, free to make its way down Ymmiir's cheek. However, it did not get far before it got wiped.
"You don't really think Mandalore will show up, himself, do you?" Wrehn asked Ymmiir.
"No. Of course not, but he will send a representative from his clan to carry the colors of Clan Lok! Clan Lok will ally themselves with Clan Sharratt!" Ymmiir replied with a huge grin, "It cannot have turned out any better for us than this!"
Two weeks had passed since their holographic meeting with Mandalore. While eating her morning meal in the Wardroom, Wrehn heard something she did not want to hear.
"XO, we'll drop out of hyperspace over Mandalore in two hours and shall establish orbit around Concordia in three hours," a messenger reported.
"Very well," Commander Chattef Tarnnar answered, acknowledging the report and ordering, "Return to your post."
Wrehn turned to look at Ymmiir who breakfasted with her.
"Mandalore is at the opposite end of Mandalorian Space from Csilla," she told him, "We should be within striking distance of Csilla, not this far away."
"Something has gone wrong?" Ymmiir asked, concerned.
"I will find out," Wrehn said, rising from her seat at her table.
She walked a few steps to Chattef Tarnnar's table and sat in one of the chairs.
The XO, swallowing a bite full of his breakfast, picked up his caff and took a sip, while eyeing Wrehn, waiting for her to speak.
"Good morning, Yehw'reh'nomai," he said, breaking the silence that Wrehn allowed to drag on.
"Why are we stopping at Mandalore?" Wrehn asked, unhappily before pointing out, "It's been two weeks, we should be near Csilla."
"It is as you had predicted," Chattef Fett said unhappily, a disgusted look on his face. Then, making eye contact with Wrehn, elaborated, "We are being followed. The starship is quite stealthy and has the ability to track us, even in hyperspace. We can make emergency stops and drop out of hyperspace at unplanned coordinates, but then it drops out right behind us.
"We haven't been able to identify who's starship it is, but we suspect it belongs to the Galactic Republic, he said, looking at Wrehn as though expecting answers from her.
"You can't destroy it?" Wrehn asked.
"We can't lock onto it. We can barely detect it. It fades in and out of our active scanners. You can only imagine how difficult it is to detect it on passive scanners."
Chattef paused a moment to think before going on, as though he weighed whether this was something he should be sharing.
"Early on, we found it. We turned to engage it, and blasted it with active search scanners. It evaded our attempts to lock on to it and escaped our pursuit. The following day, we detected it again, following us, even after we had conducted a jump into hyperspace," he'd told Wrehn.
"That is why we have come to Mandalore. We are going to get into an orbital maintenance gantry to have our hull inspected for attachments that shouldn't be there. In the meantime, special anti-stealth warfare starships are converging the area to pinpoint, lock on to, and track the stealth starship."
They'll paint the target for another couple of destroyers who will attempt to cripple it for capture, but destroy it if required. Either way, it's not getting away."
Wrehn leaned back in her seat, nodding slowly at what she'd heard.
"Do these series of actions meet with your approval?" Chattef Fett asked, waiting for her judgment.
"It does," Wrehn was forced to admit, "We must hide our intentions from them. They cannot know what our objectives are. Yet, I wish you had informed me from the start of this situation."
"I will relay your concerns to the captain when I see him next," the XO replied before expressing his own concerns, "If you have a leak, and they have sent stealth surveillance ships after you, then they must have an idea of what your objectives are," Chattef said, before asking, "What are your objectives?
"It is as I have said before, Commander Chattef Tarnnar Fett," Wrehn told him, "You will know what those are when you see it on the galaxy wide news."
"With all of this secrecy, and all of these precautions," Chattef said, with a big grin on his face, "it had better be something to sing songs about and to celebrate within your clan."
Wrehn didn't belong to any clan, but she knew what he'd meant.
"Clan Sharratt shall celebrate it for generations to come," Wrehn said, smiling, rising from here seat, " and my fame and acclaim shall reach new heights. If we accomplish our mission and survive afterwards, Clan Sharratt and I will be celebrating for days."
Wrehn returned to her table with Ymmiir and told him what she'd learned.
"Ymmiir," Wrehn began asking, "have you ever had the Republic plant spy tech or infiltrate spies into your enclave and training compounds, before?"
"All of the time," Ymmiir answered with a grin, "After all, we've been raiding their facilities on an ongoing basis for nearly eighteen years. Why wouldn't they want to know when our next raid is coming?" His grin faded, as he added another fact, "Although, it's been many long years since they've sent an agent to infiltrate our training base. They've stopped sending agents when we captured, tortured, and killed their first two infiltrators.
"For them to have sent an agent in, even knowing what we do to them…," he trailed off to think, "I think they must have had a good reason to send her in right after you showed up with your proposal."
"That's a lot to think about," Wrehn said, shaking her head, "The leak may be with Mandalore's people, or with the Sith, or on my starship. I better talk to Mandalore and to my client."
Wrehn got up from her seat and left the wardroom. Ymmiir remained seated. He too had a lot to think about.
"May the gods of war be with us!" he prayed fervently, "May we shake our pursuers off, here."
Ymmiir rose to his feet and left the wardroom.
Wrehn was surprised that Artus Lok was still on the Spirit of Vengeance and not on Mandalore. She'd already spoken to Vindis about her suspicions, and recommended the Sith lord tell Tormen.
Wrehn found Mako in her quarters and asked for her help to find Gault.
"That's easy," Mako chirped, "You'll find the guys at the gym. They're in a competition to see who gains the most muscle mass in a week's time."
"Blast! Really?!," Wrehn swore angrily, "They know Skadge will bulk up in nothing flat! His appetite will get bigger and he won't fit into his armor! What's wrong with those guys?!" Wrehn asked, looking pointedly at Mako.
"Hey! Don't look at me," Mako said, defensively, "I told them exactly that, but Torian said they had to do something to help Skadge vent before he went stir crazy and started wrecking the ship or the crew."
"Let's go to the gym," Wrehn told Mako, "We gotta stop them."
Upon arrival to the gym, the two searched, but could not find them.
Wrehn and Mako asked around to the crew assigned to maintain the weight room. None of them had seen anyone matching their description.
"Let's try the hanger. Maybe they're running laps?" Mako suggested.
Wrehn spotted Gault by a stack of crates, apparently taking inventory. She and Mako walked briskly to the Devaronian at the far end of the hanger bay.
"Say, Gault! What are you up to?" Mako asked.
"Hey, Mako! Hey, Wrehn! What brings you to this loud and bustling hanger bay?" Gault asked cheerfully.
"Where's Torian and Skadge?" Wrehn asked, "You guys haven't been working out at the gym, were you? You know Skadge would get so pumped that he wouldn't fit in his armor."
"Yeah, Mako said something about that," Gault said, smoothly, "So, we had a change of plans. We decided to do a little light work to help pass the time. Skadge was starting to lose it."
"OK." Wrehn said, relieved on hearing that, before asking, "Where's Torian and Skadge, now?"
"They should be on their way back for this pallet of crates," Gault said, looking towards the passageway that led to the ship's stores.
"And here they come," Gault said, nodding in their direction.
Wrehn and Mako both turned in the direction the Devaronian nodded. They watched as the two drove towards them, riding a forklift. Skadge, at the controls, came to a stop before their next load, which Gault had just finished adding to the ship's inventory.
"Alright, guys," Gault said to the two on the forklift, "This goes to cargo hold number twelve Aurek (12A).
"Got it," Torian said.
Skadge got to work operating the forklift, picking up the pallet load of crates. He then quickly drove the lift away, with both he and Torian riding on their way to the ship's stores.
"Gault, Mako," Wrehn said, getting their attention, "When you get a chance, some time before we arrive to Csilla, I want you two to work out a procedure for scanning our ship, from top to bottom, front to back, inside and out for spy tech."
That got the two to perk up.
"There's a leak somewhere that's letting the Republic to seem to show up wherever we're going. I've already told Mandalore, and Vindis is gonna say something to Tormen. Between the three of us, we should figure out where the leak is."
"Meanwhile, I'll scan all of our gear that we've got here," Mako suggested, "I'll scan it where it's been stored and also in your rooms. That way you don't have to drag any of it all over the ship to bring it to me."
"It makes a lot of sense to do it like that, Mako," Gault said, straight faced, "It makes a lot of sense to do it that way."
Mako immediately realized Gault was poking fun at her.
"In fact, to do it any other way would have been plain dumb. Good thinking, Mako," the Devaronian said, proving her right.
"Shut up, Gault," Mako said, jaded.
"OK.," Wrehn said, getting the discussion back on track, "You know what needs to get done. Get to work."
With that, Wrehn turned about and made her way back to her quarters.