There were few places in the galaxy that had escaped the withering touch of the Empire. The vast majority of the hub planets were, if not occupied by Imperials, indirectly controlled by them. Fortunately, some systems had yet to fall under their iron rule. The Japreal cluster was among these 'free' zones. Though the Alliance had cited this as a primary reason for stationing intelligence agents on the planets, there were many other factors at play. Onderon had a culture steeped in history, and not all of it good. It's royal line was reputed to be descended from the Sith Freedon Nadd. Particularly in the times of the Old Republic, Onderon had spent much time embroiled in civil war, often manipulated by outside forces. Such conflict had not occurred for some time now, but there was always the possibility...
Sat in the cockpit of the Doppleganger, Dasquian Belargic reviewed the planet profile the Republic provided agents with. It noted two points of interests – the capital city of Iziz and the moon of Dxun. It was to the later which he and his single passanger, a young by named Wyl, were headed. Dxun was largely ignored by the royalty in Iziz. It was seen as something of a stain on the planets history. Once a base site for the Mandalorian war effort, it still bore the marks of a troubled past. Abandoned bunkers and camp-sites peppered the forest. Scavengers had stripped away anything of worth, leaving behind only the shells of the Mandalorian settlement. It was the perfect place for the Alliance to set up a temporary post.
In truth they were going into the planet blind. Dasquian had no information on who was stationed at the outpost. He only knew of it by its reputation, within the Intelligence bureau, as an excellent hideaway for those on the run. As a precaution, he'd armed the Dopplegangers shields and cloaking device so that the vessel could descend into the jungle largely unnoticed. The navi-computer was targeted on a fairly small clearing surrounded by foliage, which would provide more than ample cover and shelter. According to the charts, the Alliance post was a twenty minute walk from their landing site. While the ship lowered itself with a hiss towards the ground, Dasquian headed back into the ship proper.
He had left young Wyl Staedtler in one of the sleeping quarters, hoping that he would be able to get some rest before they arrived. It was a hectic time for the boy and Dasquian worried that he might succumb to exhaustion if he wasn't careful.
“Time to wake up, Wyl,” he called through the door, giving a light rap on the metal as he did so.
“We're here.”
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