Trychon gently replaced the small weed into the ground, having removed two small tips off of the roots, and placing them into his sack. He only needed a few more choice samples and he'd be done with the analgesics, and he could move on to what he was looking forward to. He'd been learning all sorts of uses for the various indigenous plant life here, but his favorite application had been the time he'd spent learning how to make the ale that he and Raezyr couldn't get enough of. He wondered about the availability of the same ingredients on other planets.
Fully aware of the usefulness of the applications, he spent most of his time learning with Violet. He enjoyed his time picking her brain about the properties of various herbs, while trying to think of how he'd best be able to apply that knowledge when they were done on this planet. He didn't directly reference any of the more devious uses he could come up with for his new knowledge, and even bored himself at times asking about the dullest concoctions.
Finally finished, Trychon stood up and checked his bag again to make sure he hadn't missed any of the ingredients he needed for that day's work with Violet, who was back at the Healer's hut, checking on their stocks. Assured that he hadn't forgotten anything, he headed over to the area where most of the key ingredients were for the brewmaster's work. Brother Kurlite, or 'Kurz' as many of the men called him, had been very happy for the help with some of the gathering, as it allowed more time for him to provide quality control to his own work.
Many of the plants that Kurz preferred for his ales were more natural to the mountainous regions, but with the help of Violet he'd managed to make a small farm of the ingredients thrive here for convenience. Sometimes Kurz still would trek to the mountains to get the best ingredients naturally for his private selections still.
Bent over with his harvesting tools, he pretended not to feel the presence of one of the monks coming up from behind him. Waiting for a suitably audible crunch from the man's boots or anything of the sort, Trychon continued his work. When the time was right, he spun around, visibly startled.
"Oh, Brother Ocker! What a surprise! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Trychon asked as he freed his hands by attaching his tools back on his belt.
"Mr. Trychon, sir... I was on my way home, and I think we have a serious situation in the fields, and you were... the closest person I could think of to find that could maybe help." Ocker stammered slightly as he responded.
Trychon simply nodded as he finished gathering his things and gestured for Ocker to show him the way.
Trychon doubted the honesty as to why Ocker had come to him specifically, but it didn't really matter. Brother Ocker was one of the leaders of the Monastery, but more importantly he was the leader of the miners. According to Mannix, who had become a bit of a mascot for those who believed either Raezyr, Trychon, or both were the prophesied ones, Ocker was one of Trychon's most enthusiastic supporters. Mannix would know, as he was also nearly the president of the Trychon supporting group, if there had been any organization to the movement.
Trychon mused about how things had been developing with Mannix as he leisurely walked down the path to keep up with the quick, smaller steps of the monk leading him. Mannix had been reveling in the thoughts that he'd been right all along, and the fact that his popularity had been growing over the past few weeks with half of the Monestery. At the same time, the other half was not very happy with Mannix at all and it was painfully obvious to him. They avoided puplicly talking down about him, but Mannix wasn't stupid. Nor was he as polite about his feelings anymore when he felt he was being looked down at. Trychon and Raezyr were happy with his progress in this manner when they saw it, but they kept it to themselves. In fact, they promised Violet and Mathias to try and help the boy when they were approached about the increasing issues.
Trychon had even had a troubling dream the previous week that he wasn't sure whether it stemmed from the talk with Mannix's parents, or just remaining unease. He had seen the same dream before many times, when he blamed himself for Kord's death, but it was different this last time, as it was no longer Kord's, but Mannix's disappointed face that looked upon him in death.
He slipped out of his daydream when Brother Ocker spoke a few key words. Ocker had been talking about the mysterious damaging of the crops the past few weeks, Trychon had heard about that... then the monk went on to mention bug repellants, which Trychon had handy and had nodded absently. It was when Ocker mentioned something about a 'Key Prophesy' that Trychon's attention came to full.
"Wait, what was that part again?" Trychon stopped in his tracks, grabbing the older man in front of him by his shoulders.
Ocker looked at him nervously. "I wasn't sure I should say anything. It's just that some of the people have been talking about these crop issues, and if they match up with one of the foretold tasks."
He continued on to recite the words was referring to.
With our community resources facing inhuman danger
He will step forward and face an oncoming stranger
The Force will be his enemy and not his ally, throwing him through the field
With strength and courage, he will refuse to yield.
July 15, 2009
July 09, 2009
480. Manipulation of Emotion - Raezyr
It didn't take very long for Saffron's theory of "two halves of the same coin," to gain popularity, and to no one's surprise, Mannix was instantly one of it's biggest proponents.
All in all, it seemed there were two main schools of thought: Those who believed the One had arrived, and those that didn't, although there were subsets of each group.
Among those how believed the prophecies were being fulfilled, there were those that felt Trychon was the One, as well as those who thought only Raezyr was He. The biggest group, but by a slight margin only, was those who took up Saffron's theory. Together, though, they made up a slight majority of the Taxl monks.
Those that stood against them were unified in the belief that the Chosen One had not arrived, although for many different reasons. Some believed that the prophecies were literal, and that events and information was being twisted to fit the writings. Others believed that only one person could fulfill the descriptions, and pointed out that all the factors had not been fulfilled by just one person. Some pointed to the fact that Trychon and Raezyr were outsiders as justification for their stance. There were also a large number of this group that felt their use of the Force at the mines was a perversion of everything they believed, and the One would never do something like that. Some just simply felt that the prophecies were not prophecies at all, but fictional stories written by ancient monks.
Despite their differences, each and everyone of them were vehemently opposed to any idea of the prophecies coming true.
Regardless of anyone's stance, everyone still wanted to keep an eye on the newcomers and foot traffic around their shops and the home was still fairly heavy.
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A week after the incident at the mines, and after meetings almost every night among the High Council and some of the prominent members of the community, Father Monahan finally asked Trychon and Raezyr to come to his office.
The two met up with each other after lunch, and headed for the temple. "What do you think he wants?" Raezyr asked quietly.
"I'm guessing we're about to find out the result of those meetings they've been having every night," Trychon guessed.
They stopped outside the head monk's office and rapped on the door. It was only a moment before they heard Monahan's voice call from within, bidding them enter.
It was a large room, made to hold private meetings, but looked like it would be crowded if more than a dozen or so people were here at once. It was sparsely furnished, as would be expected of a monk's office. The one extravagance was the large, ornately carved desk which Father Monahan was seated behind. The woodworking was intricately decorated with the symbols of the Taxl and looked to be ancient. It had probably served many Fathers since it had been created, or so the two Sith guessed.
Monahan gestured to two chairs on the opposite side of the desk, inviting them to sit. He began as they took their seats. "Thank you for coming, gentlemen. First of all, I want to extend our Order's gratitude to you both for the heroic thing you did at the mine. Without your efforts, those men would be dead right now, instead of resting peacefully under Brother Odilo and Sister Saffron's care."
The brothers sat quietly as the monk paused. They could hear the "but" in his voice.
"There is something else I need to discuss with you," the elder Taxl continued. "Many concerns were raised about how you used the Force. I know that you are both trained with Jedi techniques and training, but please remember that we believe, and as you have expressed yourselves, that their ways are flawed. In the future, please rely on the wisdom and experience of the High Council, and myself, for guidance in such use in the future. Do you have any questions?"
Trychon and Raezyr glanced at each other before Trychon spoke. "We understand, Father, and we apologize."
"No apology necessary," Monahan said raising a hand in dismissal. "Just come to us first, next time."
On the way back to work, Raezyr looked over at Trychon, "Well that was painless."
"Idiots," Trychon whispered, and they both chuckled.
All in all, it seemed there were two main schools of thought: Those who believed the One had arrived, and those that didn't, although there were subsets of each group.
Among those how believed the prophecies were being fulfilled, there were those that felt Trychon was the One, as well as those who thought only Raezyr was He. The biggest group, but by a slight margin only, was those who took up Saffron's theory. Together, though, they made up a slight majority of the Taxl monks.
Those that stood against them were unified in the belief that the Chosen One had not arrived, although for many different reasons. Some believed that the prophecies were literal, and that events and information was being twisted to fit the writings. Others believed that only one person could fulfill the descriptions, and pointed out that all the factors had not been fulfilled by just one person. Some pointed to the fact that Trychon and Raezyr were outsiders as justification for their stance. There were also a large number of this group that felt their use of the Force at the mines was a perversion of everything they believed, and the One would never do something like that. Some just simply felt that the prophecies were not prophecies at all, but fictional stories written by ancient monks.
Despite their differences, each and everyone of them were vehemently opposed to any idea of the prophecies coming true.
Regardless of anyone's stance, everyone still wanted to keep an eye on the newcomers and foot traffic around their shops and the home was still fairly heavy.
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A week after the incident at the mines, and after meetings almost every night among the High Council and some of the prominent members of the community, Father Monahan finally asked Trychon and Raezyr to come to his office.
The two met up with each other after lunch, and headed for the temple. "What do you think he wants?" Raezyr asked quietly.
"I'm guessing we're about to find out the result of those meetings they've been having every night," Trychon guessed.
They stopped outside the head monk's office and rapped on the door. It was only a moment before they heard Monahan's voice call from within, bidding them enter.
It was a large room, made to hold private meetings, but looked like it would be crowded if more than a dozen or so people were here at once. It was sparsely furnished, as would be expected of a monk's office. The one extravagance was the large, ornately carved desk which Father Monahan was seated behind. The woodworking was intricately decorated with the symbols of the Taxl and looked to be ancient. It had probably served many Fathers since it had been created, or so the two Sith guessed.
Monahan gestured to two chairs on the opposite side of the desk, inviting them to sit. He began as they took their seats. "Thank you for coming, gentlemen. First of all, I want to extend our Order's gratitude to you both for the heroic thing you did at the mine. Without your efforts, those men would be dead right now, instead of resting peacefully under Brother Odilo and Sister Saffron's care."
The brothers sat quietly as the monk paused. They could hear the "but" in his voice.
"There is something else I need to discuss with you," the elder Taxl continued. "Many concerns were raised about how you used the Force. I know that you are both trained with Jedi techniques and training, but please remember that we believe, and as you have expressed yourselves, that their ways are flawed. In the future, please rely on the wisdom and experience of the High Council, and myself, for guidance in such use in the future. Do you have any questions?"
Trychon and Raezyr glanced at each other before Trychon spoke. "We understand, Father, and we apologize."
"No apology necessary," Monahan said raising a hand in dismissal. "Just come to us first, next time."
On the way back to work, Raezyr looked over at Trychon, "Well that was painless."
"Idiots," Trychon whispered, and they both chuckled.
July 02, 2009
479. Sith Hunt: Part 2 - Raezyr
"I don't give a mynock's ass who you are, I don't like it!" Captain Wash Moklam roared.
"Captain, Cae and I are only hear as liason's to your current mission. We're only here as your advisors, and to take charge of the prisoners once dey are captured," Jedi Nal Talla said to the middle aged human who as pacing furiously around his office.
"We all know why you're here, Jedi, and it's not to 'advise' me. I've dealt with both pirates and Sith before, and know exactly what to do with them when I find them. You're here to head up this mission. Don't try to argue, because I've been around the quasar a time or two, and I can read between the lines," Moklam ranted.
Caecilius folded his arms inside of his robes. His eyeless head, wrapped in simple bandages to hide his lack of sight organs followed the Captain's every move. "Captain, let me fill you in on some of the background of which you may not have been made aware.
"These Sith that we are after are just two of several Sith apprentices. We are hoping they can lead us to the others. Their Master has been cornered on Igollon by another Republic Warship and several Jedi Masters. He's quite dangerous. He and his apprentices are responsible for the death and destruction that took place in the Senate Building on Coruscant a few months ago.
"And we have a personal stake in this as well, Captain," Caecilius continued. "They were the ones who took Nal's leg, and killed one of our close friends in the attack."
Captain Moklam had stopped pacing while Caecilius spoke, but now his face turned red with anger. "Don't you self-righteous Jedi presume to tell me about how this is 'personal' for you," he hissed.
"One Jedi and a leg, and you're all up in arms? You think that's personal? Let me tell you what they took from me: 73 dead, 182 seriously wounded, many of whom are now living without their limbs. And the Republic doesn't pay for the wonderful toys you Jedi get," he snarled, indicating Nal's prosthetic. "Most had to raise the creds for their own limbs, or are still in hoverchairs. That's 255 men and women dead or injured. Men and women that I personally knew and was responsible for. I personally contacted many of their families. I did. Not one of my subordinates. And I'm not even going in to the millions of credits worth of damage inflicted on this ship, and months of lost time, when we could have been out there patrolling, and keeping the Galaxy safe. So don't tell me about 'personal.' You can't even begin to comprehend 'personal.'" Moklam plopped down in his chair across the desk from the two Jedi as if his rant had exhausted him.
"Captain. We are sorry for your loss, but we can assure you that our end goal is the exact same. Revenge for those that have fallen," Nal said. As a Jedi, she wasn't supposed to be worried about revenge, and she might catch slag for it later, but right now, she wanted nothing more than for those Sith, especially that 'Raezyr,' to pay for their crimes.
"Captain, Cae and I are only hear as liason's to your current mission. We're only here as your advisors, and to take charge of the prisoners once dey are captured," Jedi Nal Talla said to the middle aged human who as pacing furiously around his office.
"We all know why you're here, Jedi, and it's not to 'advise' me. I've dealt with both pirates and Sith before, and know exactly what to do with them when I find them. You're here to head up this mission. Don't try to argue, because I've been around the quasar a time or two, and I can read between the lines," Moklam ranted.
Caecilius folded his arms inside of his robes. His eyeless head, wrapped in simple bandages to hide his lack of sight organs followed the Captain's every move. "Captain, let me fill you in on some of the background of which you may not have been made aware.
"These Sith that we are after are just two of several Sith apprentices. We are hoping they can lead us to the others. Their Master has been cornered on Igollon by another Republic Warship and several Jedi Masters. He's quite dangerous. He and his apprentices are responsible for the death and destruction that took place in the Senate Building on Coruscant a few months ago.
"And we have a personal stake in this as well, Captain," Caecilius continued. "They were the ones who took Nal's leg, and killed one of our close friends in the attack."
Captain Moklam had stopped pacing while Caecilius spoke, but now his face turned red with anger. "Don't you self-righteous Jedi presume to tell me about how this is 'personal' for you," he hissed.
"One Jedi and a leg, and you're all up in arms? You think that's personal? Let me tell you what they took from me: 73 dead, 182 seriously wounded, many of whom are now living without their limbs. And the Republic doesn't pay for the wonderful toys you Jedi get," he snarled, indicating Nal's prosthetic. "Most had to raise the creds for their own limbs, or are still in hoverchairs. That's 255 men and women dead or injured. Men and women that I personally knew and was responsible for. I personally contacted many of their families. I did. Not one of my subordinates. And I'm not even going in to the millions of credits worth of damage inflicted on this ship, and months of lost time, when we could have been out there patrolling, and keeping the Galaxy safe. So don't tell me about 'personal.' You can't even begin to comprehend 'personal.'" Moklam plopped down in his chair across the desk from the two Jedi as if his rant had exhausted him.
"Captain. We are sorry for your loss, but we can assure you that our end goal is the exact same. Revenge for those that have fallen," Nal said. As a Jedi, she wasn't supposed to be worried about revenge, and she might catch slag for it later, but right now, she wanted nothing more than for those Sith, especially that 'Raezyr,' to pay for their crimes.
478. Manipulation of Emotion - Raezyr
Over the next few days, the number of people frequenting the blacksmith shop nearly tripled it's usual traffic. People brought in all sorts of things for repair, most of them old, rusty and probably had been for years. Raezyr found himself sharpening a lot of axes as well, many which didn't look like they needed it, but he ran them on the whet stone wheel just the same.
Both he and Mathias knew what they were here for, although no one said it. They were all coming by to get a closer look at one of the two newcomers. Many of the folks in the village hadn't paid them any more attention than they would have any newcomer, but now there was reason. Now the rumors of the prophecy's fulfillment had some weight to it, and people were starting to take notice.
Trychon and Violet were experiencing the same type of phenomena. Suddenly it seemed as if everyone in the entire monastery had run out of their medicinal teas, and ointments and needed some kind of botanical advice for the herbs and plants in their own private gardens.
All they could do was to keep filling the orders as best they could, although they began to run low after a while, and Violet began to ask those who had picked up orders in the last couple of weeks to come back at a later date, suspecting they probably hadn't run out in such a short amount of time anyway.
In the evenings, the foot traffic in front of their house had increased as well. People who lived on the other end of the village found some reason to walk by, and they all slowed down when passing the house. Anytime the front door was opened, the people would stop and stare into the house, unabashedly.
After a few more days, the traffic at their shops subsided a bit once the monks began to run out of excuses for herbs and blacksmith work, but the foot traffic by their shops and the house tapered off only slightly.
More immediately, though, they noticed a shift in attitudes. Some of the passersby gave them cold, harsh stares, while others had the look of an "holo-star-adoring teenage girl", as Raezyr so succinctly described it.
The change in attitude wasn't limited to just outside the house, though. Mannix was growing more elated, and confident. He felt his proclamations about the prophecies had been justified, yet somehow his mood was darker as well. He felt he wasn't being given his due recognition, and his contributions were being looked over.
His wasn't the only mood that was darker. Mannix' brother Baldemar's attitude had grown worse. He wasn't happy about things going his little brother's way, proving him and his friends wrong. He was constantly glaring at Mannix, and never looked at Trychon and Raezyr, let alone speak to them.
The two Sith could tell that the changes in Mannix and Baldemar were worrying Mathias and Violet, yet they were at a loss as to what to do about it. These dark attitudes were something the Taxl monks were not used to dealing with.
Both he and Mathias knew what they were here for, although no one said it. They were all coming by to get a closer look at one of the two newcomers. Many of the folks in the village hadn't paid them any more attention than they would have any newcomer, but now there was reason. Now the rumors of the prophecy's fulfillment had some weight to it, and people were starting to take notice.
Trychon and Violet were experiencing the same type of phenomena. Suddenly it seemed as if everyone in the entire monastery had run out of their medicinal teas, and ointments and needed some kind of botanical advice for the herbs and plants in their own private gardens.
All they could do was to keep filling the orders as best they could, although they began to run low after a while, and Violet began to ask those who had picked up orders in the last couple of weeks to come back at a later date, suspecting they probably hadn't run out in such a short amount of time anyway.
In the evenings, the foot traffic in front of their house had increased as well. People who lived on the other end of the village found some reason to walk by, and they all slowed down when passing the house. Anytime the front door was opened, the people would stop and stare into the house, unabashedly.
After a few more days, the traffic at their shops subsided a bit once the monks began to run out of excuses for herbs and blacksmith work, but the foot traffic by their shops and the house tapered off only slightly.
More immediately, though, they noticed a shift in attitudes. Some of the passersby gave them cold, harsh stares, while others had the look of an "holo-star-adoring teenage girl", as Raezyr so succinctly described it.
The change in attitude wasn't limited to just outside the house, though. Mannix was growing more elated, and confident. He felt his proclamations about the prophecies had been justified, yet somehow his mood was darker as well. He felt he wasn't being given his due recognition, and his contributions were being looked over.
His wasn't the only mood that was darker. Mannix' brother Baldemar's attitude had grown worse. He wasn't happy about things going his little brother's way, proving him and his friends wrong. He was constantly glaring at Mannix, and never looked at Trychon and Raezyr, let alone speak to them.
The two Sith could tell that the changes in Mannix and Baldemar were worrying Mathias and Violet, yet they were at a loss as to what to do about it. These dark attitudes were something the Taxl monks were not used to dealing with.
July 01, 2009
477. Flight of the Decoy - Raezyr
About two hours after the Wasted Rancor entered hyperspace and left the Nevoota System behind, the Nefarion Wraith slipped in quietly, and made it's way to a small moon on orbiting the outermost planet. It was little more than a glorified asteroid which had somehow been captured by the uninhabitable planet's gravity field.
Quickly they landed inside of a small crater and shut down all but the most necessary of systems, generating as small of an energy signature as they could. The two occupants gazed out of the cockpit windows toward Nevoota, the star around which all six planets of the system orbited. From where they sat, it was little more than a larger star, it's light barely illuminating the surface on which the ship sat.
"Now what?" Anya asked, gazing into the darkness surrounding the ship.
"Now we wait and see if Trych's program does what it's supposed to do," Tyr said, punching up a routine maintenance check on the ship's systems. It wouldn't do to be caught stranded here. Better to know about a problem now.
"How long is that going to take? I'm getting bored already after the fun we had on Balmorra," Anya said, crossing her arms across her chest, pouting.
Tyr gazed at her for a moment. The young female knew her affect on men, but he wondered if she knew that he wasn't immune to her charms either. They had spent a lot of time together since parting company from Trychon and Raezyr, and so far their relationship had remained strictly platonic, but it was getting harder for Tyr to be around her and resist her charms. He pulled his eyes away from her, deciding she no idea.
"It will take as long as it takes. First, Balmorra has to sent out "Be-on-the-look-out" notice, and depending on what kind of priority it's labeled, it may take a while for it to reach the correct people on the Unity. When it does, though, you can bet they'll come running. Her captain... what's his name? Moklam, is sure to want revenge after the kind of damage Raez and Trych inflicted on his people." Tyr glanced down at the readouts as the diagnostics tests finished. "Just be patient."
"What are we supposed to do until then?" Anya asked exasperated. "I've already read that stupid book twice since we left Hoth, and I'm getting sick of sparring. You kick my ass almost everytime."
"I can think of a few things," Tyr said, wincing at having aired his inner desires.
"What do you mean," Anya said warily, and glancing at her partner suspiciously from the corner of her eye.
Tyr recovered nicely. "Oh, like sabacc, or pazaak, and there's always space chess," he said still staring at the readouts, even though he had already read them.
"Yeah, like I'm going to play cards with you. I've seen what you can do with a deck," she laughed. They ended up playing space chess for several hours, before turning in for the night.
Early the next morning, while eating their breakfast, their patience was rewarded, as the alarm on the ship's computer began sounding. They quickly put their plates away and headed for the cockpit.
Looking down at the display, they saw the information they had been waiting for: a complete readout on the Unity. It told them exactly when and where the ship had entered the system, and even the last system it had been in, and what route it had taken to get there, and what speed. As a bonus, they noted, it also gave them a list of the Hammerhead's "problem" reports, indicating what was broken and needed to be fixed.
They grinned at each other, then started the ship's engines with out worry. The Unity had entered the system on the opposite end from where they were located.
Within minutes, they made their jump to hyperspace, and their next destination.
Quickly they landed inside of a small crater and shut down all but the most necessary of systems, generating as small of an energy signature as they could. The two occupants gazed out of the cockpit windows toward Nevoota, the star around which all six planets of the system orbited. From where they sat, it was little more than a larger star, it's light barely illuminating the surface on which the ship sat.
"Now what?" Anya asked, gazing into the darkness surrounding the ship.
"Now we wait and see if Trych's program does what it's supposed to do," Tyr said, punching up a routine maintenance check on the ship's systems. It wouldn't do to be caught stranded here. Better to know about a problem now.
"How long is that going to take? I'm getting bored already after the fun we had on Balmorra," Anya said, crossing her arms across her chest, pouting.
Tyr gazed at her for a moment. The young female knew her affect on men, but he wondered if she knew that he wasn't immune to her charms either. They had spent a lot of time together since parting company from Trychon and Raezyr, and so far their relationship had remained strictly platonic, but it was getting harder for Tyr to be around her and resist her charms. He pulled his eyes away from her, deciding she no idea.
"It will take as long as it takes. First, Balmorra has to sent out "Be-on-the-look-out" notice, and depending on what kind of priority it's labeled, it may take a while for it to reach the correct people on the Unity. When it does, though, you can bet they'll come running. Her captain... what's his name? Moklam, is sure to want revenge after the kind of damage Raez and Trych inflicted on his people." Tyr glanced down at the readouts as the diagnostics tests finished. "Just be patient."
"What are we supposed to do until then?" Anya asked exasperated. "I've already read that stupid book twice since we left Hoth, and I'm getting sick of sparring. You kick my ass almost everytime."
"I can think of a few things," Tyr said, wincing at having aired his inner desires.
"What do you mean," Anya said warily, and glancing at her partner suspiciously from the corner of her eye.
Tyr recovered nicely. "Oh, like sabacc, or pazaak, and there's always space chess," he said still staring at the readouts, even though he had already read them.
"Yeah, like I'm going to play cards with you. I've seen what you can do with a deck," she laughed. They ended up playing space chess for several hours, before turning in for the night.
Early the next morning, while eating their breakfast, their patience was rewarded, as the alarm on the ship's computer began sounding. They quickly put their plates away and headed for the cockpit.
Looking down at the display, they saw the information they had been waiting for: a complete readout on the Unity. It told them exactly when and where the ship had entered the system, and even the last system it had been in, and what route it had taken to get there, and what speed. As a bonus, they noted, it also gave them a list of the Hammerhead's "problem" reports, indicating what was broken and needed to be fixed.
They grinned at each other, then started the ship's engines with out worry. The Unity had entered the system on the opposite end from where they were located.
Within minutes, they made their jump to hyperspace, and their next destination.
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