Byss

It seemed to be a day just like any other, but was it?

A scout party of dual Y-4 transports scour through the asteroid belt Velser's Ring, on their regular mission; search and reconnaissance. Their month’s mission was nearly up, as a new shift was to be deployed and arrive in three days time. They were relaxed and looking forward to their upcoming leave; exchanging pleasantries, and their views on how they were going to spend their time off with one another. The captain of the pair of ship’s sits with his feet propped up on the console in front of him as he nurses his morning cup of joe. When suddenly the lieutenant at the sensor station is torn from his usual hypnotic state; staring at a blank screen every day where not a trace of anything is ever detected for even weeks at a time.

“Sir” he says loudly, clearing his throat afterwords.. “I’ve just detected a squadron of X-wings.. They just came out of hyperspace near Bespin.“ he says quickly as he begins scans on all surrounding areas..

The captain chokes in mid sip, and spills a third of the cup on his pants.. “Blasted…..” he says, angrily to himself. “Helm.. Move us back into the thicket of the belt, we must not be detected..” he says as he slams the cup down and rises to see a nice stain; looking as if he had done something quite childish.. Well the colors nearly match, he thinks as he feels the tenderness of the skin on his inner thigh slightly scathed from the heated liquid.

“Another sir.” The lieutenant blurts out…. “Corellian class, look to be a gunship sir..” he says in confirmation..

“Well, get us through this belt so we can get to hyperspace Helm, make sure to keep all systems running on low power, as it will raise our chances of not being detected if a larger ship comes out of hyperspace..” The captain orders, as he is still brushes his hand on his pants..

Several minutes later they reach a clearing in the belt, and began calculating their hyperspace jump through the isolated Ison Corridor; their only being so many ways you can go from Bespin.. Due to the near-impossibility of navigating through the dense mass of stars found in the Deep Core. A short time later they were ready and disappeared in a flash into the folds of hyperspace.. And came out hours later on the edge of the Deep Core and relayed the transmission with the pressing news of the Rebel’s presence.

Lord Havok hears the new, and deploys sigma fleet immediately. Still on the planet, on the balcony of his quarters he stares up into the blue-green sunlight and wonders.. Just what do they think their up to now.. As he orders for his shuttle to be prepared and orders that the majority of the <a href=http://www.geocities.com/adm_urza/rsomainfleet.htmelta Fleet</a> and some of the ships of his own person fleet be assembled at utmost priority..