If there’s one thing that will beat the Empire every time, it’s guile. The rigid, militaristic structure is less capable of adapting to the degrees of nuance that can exist within a plan conceived outside the bounds of a military engagement. I’m sure the intelligence arms of the Empire are more capable at this sort of thing, but when compared to the sweeping Galactic presence of the armed forces, the likelihood of encountering such capable adversaries is dramatically lower. I wonder: what does the Empire know about our little group? Perhaps they know we were entangled with the Black Sun, but from the few times that we’ve actually come face to face, it’s been more of a straight-up fight than anything else. I think this is why our plan was ultimately a success. We go in and start causing trouble at the front gate where our ship is impounded and the bucketheads think “Oh look, they’re coming to take their ship back by force, just as we suspected.” Meanwhile our cat burglar of a droid finds his circuitous path clear: right into the hanger bay.
It’s a wonder to think that our plan’s success looked doubtful at one point. Nothing we tried was working to draw away the troopers from their post. This seems to indicate that either these guys are much better trained than I suspect, which is unlikely, or they had some sort of information about what we were planning. I mean, it couldn’t have been something so absurd as just a run of ‘bad luck’: a ludicrous notion touted by smugglers and those of similar ilk to explain why things go wrong when it was obviously a lack of planning or simple ineptitude. No, something fishy was going on.
Perhaps our supposed friends, the so-called Rebels, had some scheme on Vardrah over and above our business deal. But it occurs to me that this is just more paranoid thinking. I never realized how sinister a force this attitude is, spreading from one person or group to the next until all beneficial relations break down and we’re left cut off from the rest of the Galaxy: easy pickings for the Empire. I will not deny I have some lingering suspicion, but this sentiment seems to be ruled out by the facts. After BX-1N infiltrated the hanger and made of with our speeder boat, the business arrangement went down just as planned. And, of further import, the Rebels aided us in liberating the Fang; were they truly out to cause our downfall, they could’ve just taken their brand new IsoTech weaponry and left us high and dry on the station.
I want to have a little holo-chat with Reom once we get back to The Last Resort, reminding him that the free flow of information between allies is always a boon if one wishes to avoid unpleasantness. Had we known of our buyer’s allegiance, the initial meeting might have been planned with more care. Of course, Reom may have been in the dark as well. In that case, well, then we can just have a little chat about some special components I’ll be requiring in the near future. I can’t wait to get back into the lab and spent hours and hours designing something new: something the Galaxy has never seen before!
With world-shattering force, Sirahn was jarred from his musings as the Krayt Fang’s klaxons blared to life. Moving as fast as his legless body could carry him, the Sluissi arrived at the cockpit in time to see the dun silouette of an Imperial Star Destroyer hovering in open space. And not far off its bow was IsoOne and the Blockade Bandit with their own space station completing the scene. The console chirped, indicating that a group of Imperial fighters were bearing down on them, one of which was of a previously unidentified class.
“Get to your fighters,” Sirahn suggested to the others. He grabbed hold of the pilot’s chair and set himself down, scanning as best he could both the sensor reading and the report of his own eyes. Realization slowly dawned on him. This vessel wasn’t strange at all; though it had been many years, Sirahn was indeed very familiar with that ship. It had been the prototype fighter both he and Us’san had been designing before they had their falling out. “But how. . .” came the Sluissi’s mystified response as he punched the engines to full speed.