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    Neva Xolte

    She was more than pleased that her idea had been well-received. Her toothy grin had taken over her face and her already brimless energy was sweeping the area. "Excellent! First, we'll have to set things up - we have to contact the colony and at least pretend to hear the news from them before we make our report." Neva ducked back into the Wayfarer to do just that, then paused and swung her head back out the doorway. "We'll have to be ready to pick up and go, so I'll give you time to get things squared away here." Even though no one had been terribly hurt, the colonists likely still needed some help getting themselves organized. Hopefully they wouldn't need to prepare themselves for another attack.

    The Imperial colonists picked up her hail quickly, but were very suspicious that they might be being hailed by one of their attackers. Neva did her best to assure them that they were not, but she wasn't sure where they stood exactly when they closed off the call. The exchange was brief, which suited Neva just fine. They could find out that they were the good guys later when they had supplies in hand. Hopefully the colonists could last that long.

    Now, to set up the ruse. Trystan's advice was invaluable in setting up the data tracers. As he worked on the coding, she started making the ship ready to take off. Once they sent the message, they'd have to be in the sky and close behind the ships. Something bothered her, though. Such light vessels...could they have come this far on their own?
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    Siralai and Trystan Mahr

    For hours, the ship flew on in the direction of Coruscant, as they had expected. Neva would be able to follow at a distance, and the course was smooth. Siralai and Trystan had assured the anxious colonists that they would be back to render aid as they had promised. First, though, they had to prevent more attacks.

    Eventually, Trystan echoed Neva's line of thinking. "They have to be running short of fuel. Such a light craft can't carry much. They'll be planning to refuel soon. I wonder where they'll dock?"

    "There's a Republic supply depot on an asteroid near here. I assume they'll stop there," Siralai suggested.

    But Siralai was wrong. The ship didn't alter course, and missed the asteroid by hundreds of miles.

    "Interesting," was all Siralai said.

    An hour or so later, the ship entered orbit around a planet called Omeros, a dusty desert world with no major industries or cities, and a low population. Though there were rumors that Omeros leaned slightly Republic in sympathies, officially it was neutral.

    "They're buying fuel," Trystan said. "No one here would give valuable resources away. They bypassed a depot where a Republic ship could fuel for free, and they're paying instead."

    "Because they don't want the Republic to have a record of their travel," Siralai surmised. "They must be a rogue element after all. Can we land too - covertly, at a distance - and try to follow them?"

    It might be impossible to catch up, but if they managed, they might learn something.
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    Neva Xolte

    While her ship was not equipped with cloaking, Neva felt assured that the other vessel didn't know they were there when the vessel passed the obvious choice of refuelling station. While she'd been to the planet, she wouldn't have made Omeros her first choice of stopovers. It wasn't that she had anything against desert planets or small populations, it just...wasn't her favourite. When Siralai requested a landing, Neva was actually in the motion of doing just that.

    "Fortunately, not even that much at a distance. I happen to know that there's some tunnels through the dunes from when they attempted to expand the spaceport years ago. We'll have the cover of dunes and a quick way in."

    The Wayfarer set down lightly into the sand, the landing causing the sand to billow up and reveal a metal structure. Not for the first time she wished she had installed something that would help disguise her ship from passersby - maybe next paycheck. At least she could disguise herself. She shrugged into her long vest and pulled her hood up over her head.

    "This place isn't too big. I'm going to go talk to the parts guys. They usually like to chat it up. When they look like they are ready to make way, we should all be heading back here so we can get back on their trail."

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    Siralai Mahr

    "The tunnels will help tremendously," Siralai agreed. "All the better to look like a few more anonymous travelers in an out-of-the-way spaceport, rather than like we followed them in."

    Siralai did not wear Jedi robes, as a rule. She wasn't officially a Jedi anymore - and while no one had been concerned enough to try to police her behavior since, given that leaving to marry was a fairly minor sin, the robes attracted attention. Her simple traveling clothes with belt and vest did not.

    It took Siralai a moment to spot the rogue crew, because they too were wearing nothing identifying. Nothing with an insignia, or obvious marks of insignia being removed. When she spotted them, Siralai made a nonchalant gesture of fanning herself that subtly pointed the direction.

    A crew member was speaking with the merchant as credits changed hands for fuel.

    "Where ya headed?"

    "Ansats Basin."

    "Your manifest says Coruscant."

    The crew member shrugged, unconcerned about being called out. "Coruscant after," he said without particular conviction in sustaining the lie.

    "Most boring planet in the galaxy, mate. Whatcha doing there?"


    The merchant raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The light vessel had virtually no cargo space, and would be even less suited to trade than long distance travel. The falsehood was so blatant as to be a rebuke. But it was above the merchant's pay grade to care what was really going on.

    "Interesting," Siralai said under her breath. Even on a fairly Republic-friendly neutral planet, the crew was not claiming loyalty.

    The officer was speaking again. "So you'll get those repairs done?"

    "Yeah. Who shot you up, anyway?"


    "Hm. Fine. It'll be done in the morning. You got somewhere to stay overnight?"

    "Yes." And with that, the officer walked away, the matter apparently closed.

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