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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dr Midnight" data-source="post: 1248000" data-attributes="member: 69"><img src="http://www.dr-midnight.com/starwars/images2/SWopening2.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Woonwooken growled. Dent looked up from his spot on the floor where he was tweaking the ship's secondary compressor units. He spoke without much real interest. "What's her problem now?" "She's grumpy," Lexo Yust replied, ruffling the fur on his wookiee companion's head. "We haven't seen any action for a while. She's getting restless." Dent went back to "Well, who's she got to blame for that?" The Chandrila Surveyor flew through hyperspace. Through the windows,  countless stars winked at them as they passed by, almost instantaneously. Whole systems flashed by in the breadth of a second. Hyperspace is one of the most fascinating sights, most agree, that a galactic citizen could hope to see. …Unless, that is, you've seen it hundreds of times before. Woonwooken growled again. "I know you're bored," Lexo said soothingly. This is what happens when you get demoted. You get all the dull jobs." Woonie made a warbling, mournful grunt. Lexo nodded and said "I agree. It's not fair." "Not fair?!" Dent sat up again. "You were court-martialed for perfectly good and just reasons. You released a known enemy of the Rebellion into space. One that had only hours before turned on us and destroyed a droid- MY droid- that possessed the station plans to a critical Imperial installation." He gestured with his wrench angrily. "He turned into a snarling beast, betraying everyone who trusted him, and you two let him go in one of MY ship's escape pods. You're LUCKY you were only demoted. You're lucky I even let you on my ship anymore." Lexo sighed. Dent got like this, now and again… he was upset about his team being set back in mission status, and now and then he lashed  out. It would pass. "T'ek deserved a fair chance," Lexo said quietly, petting Woonwooken's head. "Don't even say his name aboard my ship," Dent said bitterly, laying back to return to his work. A figure appeared in the doorway. The man had auburn hair and a dingy off-white and tan outfit. His appearance was that of a common moisture farmer. He spoke. "You two did what you thought was right. We just wish you'd discussed it with us." "We didn't think you'd approve, Zybor." "We wouldn't have." The man in the doorway stepped into the            room. "And it's Onjo," he said, sitting. "Always Onjo." "Sorry," Lexo shrugged. "Onjo Quee. That's going to take a while to get used to." The Jedi Zybor-Jae had changed his name and his image, going "underground" even among his contacts within the Rebellion. The reasoning was explained to him by Obi-Wan Kenobi, through T'ek Nova. Obi-Wan thinks that if Luke Skywalker knows we exist, T'ek had told him long ago, He would see us as his superiors and never come to lead the new Jedi order in his own right. In retrospect, T'ek may have lied and suggested the plan to weaken the new Jedi… but the idea still made sense. The new Jedi order would need a new leader, instead of drawing knowledge from the old guard, which had grown bloated and unbalanced. Zybor had taken the identity of a simple fringer to allay suspicion, and kept his double-bladed lightsaber hidden in the folds of his loose tabard. The name Zybor-Jae simply wasn't safe anymore. His name would have come up in some archives eventually, and then the questions would start… maybe the one asking would be Luke Skywalker, maybe it would be an Imperial inquisition team. No, better to stay disguised and maintain a more secretive Jedi presence within the Rebellion. Onjo had disapproved of Lexo and Woonwooken's actions, but unlike Dent, he enjoyed the new nature of their assignments. These new missions were almost always peaceful and diplomatic in nature. A courier job here, a transport job there, peacekeeping at an information exchange. It allowed him to exercise his sense of justice and fairness, instead of wielding a lightsaber to solve his problems. It was refreshing. Still, Dent was upset about the slowdown, and Uschi Neff had left the group entirely in a fit of disgust. Onjo understood their pain while striving to keep from further alienating Lexo and Woonwooken from the group. Currently, the group were returning from a mission to the Alderaan vacuum. Some colonists on surrounding planets had erected a floating memorial in space. The Empire had deemed the display treasonous and ordered them to remove it or face "consequences". Onjo and the others managed to convince the colonists to grieve privately and pick their battles until the Empire was no more. It was a small matter in the big scheme of the war, but their actions still saved lives here and there. Onjo felt at peace. The transceiver light began blinking a dull red. "I'll get it," Dent said as he stood up, arching his back. He walked into the cabin, sat down, and hit the receive button. "Chandrila Surveyor, this is Colonel Wellion. Do you copy?" "I'm here," Dent replied. "What can we do for you?" "Come out of hyperspace at the coordinates I'm sending you. You will be met and boarded by a Lambda-class Imperial shuttle. Do not fire on it." "I'm afraid I'm going to need your clearance code before I dock with an Imperial craft over transceiver orders. I don't take that kind of risk with my ship." "Yes, of course," the voice said grudgingly. "4753-H2345-J0198-a." "That'll do. We'll meet you at the rendezvous in a few minutes. Darkstar out." He thumbed the receive button off and walked back to the group. "Emergency meeting in two minutes with a Rebellion representative," Dent announced. "Looks like something's up." Lexo made a snorting noise through his breathing mask. "A meeting? Out here, in space?" Onjo thought for a moment and said "This is unorthodox. Might it be a trap?" "I don't think so," Dent said casually. "He claimed to be Colonel Wellion. The ID code he gave me checks out, though he was not happy to give it." "Sounds like an imposter," Lexo said. "On the contrary," Dent replied. "Only superior officers get haughty about being asked for their codes, as if you're questioning their authority. It's when the person gives up the codes eagerly that you have to watch out. Still, everyone be ready for anything. Woonie just might get her wish." Woonwooken took out a pink length of ribbon and tied a bow at the top of her head. Company was coming. MORE TO COME...</blockquote>

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