DESCRIPTION: --------- 0230 HRS, MCV Mon Remonda - Wes is asleep in his bunk, when the "message waiting indicator" begins to glow on
Boba Fett: his holoterminal - the glow is accompanied by an annoying beep ----------
Wes Janson: -=opens eyes slowly and rolls over, rubbing hand along his bare neck=- -=slaps the terminal=- Janson. This had better be good. -=curses his stupidity for thinking his holopad was his comlink=-
DESCRIPTION: ----- a text message scrolls across the scREEn -the message reads as follows...-- YOU ARE TO MEET ME IN 30 MINUTES AT THE FOLLOWING HS COORDINATES - the coordinates display, then vanish, there is no signature to the message ------
Wes Janson: -=bites back and curse and sits up=- -=the fog from his mind lifts, and he starts plotting=- -=gets up and throws on a pair of pants and tunic, his big floopy hat, then runs to pilot's room=- -=looks around, seeing no one inside=-
DESCRIPTION: ------- the pilots room is empty save for the dim light of a few glow panels ------
Wes Janson: -=walks non-chalantly to Hobbie's locker and quickly spins the combo lock=- Thanks for giving me the code, little man
DESCRIPTION: ---- a low buzzing can be heard out the door of the locker room ----
Wes Janson: -=turns head to look at the direction the buzzing is coming from=-
DESCRIPTION: ----- the MSE - 6 droid scurries in , then turns and leaves - the room is silent again -----
Wes Janson: -=quickly pulls out one of Hobbie's flight suits and slips it one=- Man, i did lose a lot of weight -=grabs his helmet and a few other things=- -=gets into Hobbie's gear, then turns and walks towards the hanger doors=-
DESCRIPTION: ------ the hall to the hanger is empty --------
Wes Janson: -=walks down the hall, his face hidden from all eyes by Hobbie's helmet=- -=mutters to self=- gotta tell him to clean this thing... smells like bacta
DESCRIPTION: ------- one Mon Cal Guard sits near an alcove of the hanger doors -----
Wes Janson: -=nods to the guard and flashes Hobbie's ID flight card, then walks towards Hobbie's x-wing=-
DESCRIPTION: ------ the guard nods and hits the actuator for the blast door - the hanger is devoid of life. Munitions droids are busy loading fighters --------
Wes Janson: -=walks to Hobbie's X-wing, pulling self up into the open cockpit slowly=- -=closes canopy=- Crash, start her up.
DESCRIPTION: ------ the hanger doors open as the magcon field activates -------
Wes Janson: -=lowers voice into an immitation of Hobbie... used when ex-girlfriends call to stalk him=- This is Major Klivian, requesting permission for takeoff.
DESCRIPTION: CONTROL> C> Major? I thought you were playing Sabbac with General Solo right now?
Wes Janson: C> Yes, and before I lost all my money, I figured I would take a quick flight so I remember why I played the game in the first place
DESCRIPTION: CONTROL>C> Loosing again eh? -= laughter =- OK, have a nice flight.
Wes Janson: C> Thanks control. I promise to come back in one piece
DESCRIPTION: CONTROL> C> Copy, clear for departure.
Wes Janson: -=takes off and quickly goes to the HS coords that was on holopad, and jumps=-
DESCRIPTION: -------- the lone x-wing exits HS into a small field of asteroids - nothing around but large chunks of iron rock -------
Wes Janson: -=has the x-wing scan the area=-
Boba Fett: -= a lone Firespray Assault ship emerges from the far side of the debris field =- -= it manuvers on thrusters towards the X-Wing =-
Wes Janson: -=opens com and sends out an acknoledge signal=-
Boba Fett: C> What kept you?!
Wes Janson: C> Had to sneak out of the ship. I'm not certified fit to fly since my "capture"
Boba Fett: C> -= silence =-
Wes Janson: C> Have you found out anything?
Boba Fett: C> I take great personal risk in this, but i have information for you
Wes Janson: C> I understand your risk, and I thank you for it in ways that I can't express.
Boba Fett: C> Sarn will be moving the hull of the prototype "Suncrusher" today at 0945 from the Tannab facility.
Boba Fett: C> It will be under heavy escort. The superlaser weapon will NOT be onboard.
Wes Janson: C> i will make sure that this gets into the proper hands... and that no one knows of your link to it
Boba Fett: C> I would hope so
Wes Janson: C> Trust me. And know that I owe you a debt for all your help.
Boba Fett: C> Indeed you do. I will continue my search for the laser...till then -= the channel closes and Boba Fetts ship veers off..jumping into HS =-
Wes Janson: -=takes a deep breath, leaning back in seat=- Crash, get us coords home.
*******ENDSIM*******
